” She sniffled. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. From suburbs, from country towns—everywhere. Now, he must have folks somewhere. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. Lucy ate without passion. ‘And me, I am a lady. “But—your people!” she gasped. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. There was a hint of tears in her voice.
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