\" Lucy obliged her, walking back to the entryway and slipping off the loafers. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. "Shall ve go back to de other room?" asked the Jew. ” She looked at him quizzically. ” She had not, she reflected, remembered how prominent his eyes were. She read voraciously, and presently, because of her aunt’s censorship, she took to smuggling any books she thought might be prohibited instead of bringing them home openly, and she went to the theatre whenever she could produce an acceptable friend to accompany her. If you had arrived ten minutes later, or if there hadn't been an iron bar in the chimney, that hindered my progress, I should have been beyond your reach. Lucy’s bright tones pursued her. I’m not that sort I quite agree.
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