“I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. Lucy grabbed its handle, her broken bones mending inside her causing her to wince in pain. The both of them puttering about the tidy two-story house, Lucy would serve them both steaming cups of tea in the front parlor. I learned the trick of the place from one Paul Groves, who used to live here, and who contrived the machine. The manager had sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents which had happened since dinner. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. Lucy stared out to the busy streets beyond. He did not know what her game was, although he had a shrewd suspicion that she had been co-opted into it by her supposed husband, the soi-disant Valade. And you, Mademoiselle Melusine, will support this claim. She could tell it was new territory for him and he might lose the nerve to take them off himself, without the aid of drink. It surprises you. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out.
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