Sections and pages had been pasted together, and all through both Testaments a word had been blotted out. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. The Widgett mental furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised, fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. Love was joy, and joyous she was when alone. ” Lucy replied. But at the word “home” she turned again.
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