A girl—at my age—is grown-up. You see me here, an admitted failure in the object to which I have devoted two years of my life. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. “Lucy, you have to play for us after dinner, oh please.
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