“Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. Nobody knows what his real name is, but he's a Hollander. He was dressed with the utmost care, and he set his feet upon the broad walk as though the action were in some way a condescension. For an instant, Gerald wished the rest of the world away that he might go to her and administer appropriate comfort. See paragraph 1. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. ” She gave herself permission now to look at this squarely. “Let me hasten,” she said, “to reassure you. ’ ‘I do. I am glad you found me. Mr.
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