But it wasn’t the harassment that bothered her. The idea of your being a failure would never have occurred to me. Few approached the émigrés directly, preferring to stare covertly from behind their fans, while pretending to admire the simple elegance of Lady Bicknacre’s neo-classical refurbishments. “Lucy!” He whispered into her ear beneath a dusty curtain cloud. The McCloskeys had picked Lucy from a bunch of children languishing at the Illinois Christian Home for Children. And I think I must pursue my acquaintance with the fulsome Madame Valade.
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