They set about everyone—everyone. Your life is like a funeral March. Lucy cringed, her eyes widening. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. She stood on the mat instead, and looked down on him. ‘Quickly! You must get up. ‘Now then, missie.
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