He walked on for an hour longer, till he could scarcely drag one leg after another. “I don’t think you can have heard me, Vee,” he said, with intensely controlled fury. She rose at once with a little exclamation, half of surprise, half of pleasure. “You are talking like a boy. He must know she’ll be at a convent. If individuality means anything it means breaking bounds— adventure. “I know. He would be off her case just as soon as his fever for her broke and he found a lover, and she imagined he must have plenty of girls from ritzy families lining up to choose from. She had not gone by the name Lucy during those years but instead had called herself “Mary Lucia Iovelli”.
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