Forthwith he presented his card. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. Never had her father explained. Lucy kissed him on the cheek. They went into Michelle's tiny bedroom, bare except for a dresser, a closet, and a miniscule single bed that resembled her own at the Becks. From her stomacher, to which it was attached by a multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immense turnip-shaped watch, in a pinchbeck case. It was a bright and beautiful day: so bright, so beautiful, that even her sad heart was cheered by it. Her mother tried to soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her forehead ached. When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. But Jack was too well versed in the geography of the place to attempt either of them.
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