" She showed him the locket; and he studied the face. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. “Let’s go outside. What was yet more worthy of note was, that the widow's countenance had an air of refinement about it, of which it was utterly destitute before, and which seemed to intimate that her true position in society was far above that wherein accident had placed her. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. “I think,” she said, “that I will tell you everything. Part of her even believed that her mother would have wanted her to stop feeling guilty and to be happy. I saw him lying on the footway. ‘Jacques!’ He stopped, but he did not turn. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl.
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