" "Advanced them rather," replied Gay, in the same tone. “How so?” “I should have shared these things with you earlier, my sweet heart. ” She had spoken rather rapidly. “No,” she answered, reluctantly. He glanced downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. “Lucy. Gentlemen! a glass of brandy will be no bad finish to our meal. We must never let your father know we went.
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