“You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. Something changed for her. She delighted in frustrating him. But it is all over now, and presently there will be some one else. She was trying to bring her problems to a head, and her mind insisted upon being even more discursive and atmospheric than usual. “What happened to your parents, Lucy? Is it all right if I ask?” Lucy looked at her with a soft gaze. “Eight, Cavendish Square. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. In this moment he could have stamped upon the Wastrel's face, and ended the affair; but all that was clean in him, chivalrous, revolted at the thought.
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