’ She sighed relief to see a faint grin as he ventured to raise his head. ‘Odd sort of a nun. He could not move; but stood like one stupified, with his hands clasped together, and eyes almost starting out of their sockets, fixed upon his unfortunate parent. She auditioned and got a summer job teaching violin at the Mozart summer music camp for children, catching the luckiest of breaks. Her personal maidservant, the first she had ever had in her life, was joyful for her. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. Lucy was charmed; how peaceful the baby looked. He would know her address to-morrow. And thus it was that she came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry. She stepped backwards.
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