Kneebone will excuse you. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. Love is a great thing, and happiness a joy. Diane spoke first. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. Still, it was true about men. Almost instantly she had recognized the fallacy of such a statement.
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