Little Anna screamed and thrashed as she was torn from Lucy’s skirts. “I wish you would not do it. One would think I had agreed to her going. You can pull it over on everybody else, Lucy, but not on me. And if I don’t, I go mad. ‘You do not believe me?’ ‘I do not. ’ Lucilla frowned. Capes—the ‘Capes crave,’ they would call it in America. “Like what, Lucy?” She saw the panic threaten to overtake him. She was always asking questions about her mother and supplying the answers.
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