“Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. I promised to put him in touch with some people in Rome, an idea which he warmed to. Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. You know that.
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