She changed into a halter top and a pair of tight jeans herself, and let Lucy brush her long, glossy hair as they talked about mascara, schoolwork, and boys. She was vehemently impatient—she did not clearly know for what—to do, to be, to experience. ‘You see, it is that my papa, he is without sympathy,’ said the lady sadly. Drink this!” He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips.
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