She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. Soon they came to treat Lucy almost as mother, pulling hard at her brown curls and laughing delightedly as they sprang back into their spiral shape. Marvel held her handkerchief to her eyes, and appeared in great distress. The ring's yours, and you're mine.
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