Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. A wedding procession turned the corner. But look at these glorious daisies!” “But don’t you think political questions ARE important?” “I don’t think they are this afternoon, and I don’t think they are to you. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. “But it is so difficult——” “Not at all,” he answered eagerly.
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