" Here she began to blubber loudly for sympathy. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. Lucy treaded down two steps, stunned. As a rule their comings and goings were discussed with perfect confidence, but on this occasion they both felt that there was intent in her silence as to her destination. To be with you is the best moral tonic I know. How she had hated it!… All these mumblings which were never explained, which carried no more sense to her brain than they would have carried to Old Morgan's swearing parrot. "Well, you never can tell," he continued, lamely. She threw him his car keys.
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