‘It is you who is the fool,’ she threw at him, whipping round again. “Because you used to be my friend, Lucy, and now I don’t get to see you anymore unless I can get into your house. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. For a time she promenaded the room. She resolved not to allow him or her hunger detract from the performance at hand, as it would be a special one, an evening to be remembered in the gray days to follow like a precious jewel. \"No.
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