” Lucy reflected. “I will not intrude upon you further. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. There are so many things I want to tell you, and they stand on such different levels, that the effect is necessarily confusing and discordant, and I find myself doubting if I am really giving you the thread of emotion that should run through all this letter. They smelled good, but they no longer smelled like food. ’ ‘Pottiswick, you mean, miss?’ ‘Yes, yes.
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