She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite relief. "There's his knock. Her desires were not for riches. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. Lucy found solace in the lack of sunshine, but the November cold was over the top, even for Illinois.
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