“My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please. ‘You are jealous!’ ‘Yes,’ he agreed simply. Lucy felt her heart splinter in her breast. Manning told her he loved beauty, and extorted a similar admission from her; he then expatiated upon his own love of beauty. Mother had forced Lucy to memorize the ingredients of the stews, fairly beating them into her, spanking her backside when she rebelled. This time you cannot. And then you can go home and think things over before we talk again.
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