"Come, then," said Wild, marching towards the door, "we've no time to lose. My own impression is that he already knows. "Speak out—don't be alarmed," said Wood, in a kind and encouraging tone. Lucy could feel blood welling underneath a bump half swelling and already half-healing on her scalp. The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. All this torrent of misleading, spurious stuff that pours from the press. All these wonderful comrades, henceforth and for ever hers. ‘Suppose you don’t know what sort of proof she was after?’ he asked. Each became frightfully aware of the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek, of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist.
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