“You were there, were you?” He laughed a little impatiently. Wasn’t easy, I can tell you. “We’ve never known anyone who can play like you, Lucy. Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school.
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