Michelle found herself drowning in finals, and Lucy walked home alone the last week in obscurity and peace. "It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskin at the Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, and muffled his chin in a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances.
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