” Lucy felt herself grow feverish inside. I wouldn’t even have to use very much gasoline. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. But never would any so dishonour himself as to hand a fellow rogue over to the authorities. She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. As she learned more and more of his knowledge, she began to realize how much faith and trust he invested in her. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. All men are bloody fucking hypocrites. That was what she was trying to make him understand. ’ She waved towards a handy table to one side which was piled high with so many volumes, it looked in imminent danger of crashing to the floor. " And, with this generous resolve, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Arrest! arrest! help! help!" seconding the words with a shrill and peculiar cry, well known at the time to the inhabitants of the quarter in which it was uttered.
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