She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. Feigning an air of casualness, Lucy asked the obvious. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. Alas! that the punishment of his offences should fall on her head. "Are you his ghost, then?" "No—no," answered Jack. Good night.
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