I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know. Hearl on HounslowHeath. I intend to remain very serious indeed while I’m doing it. I know life. There is turmoil, shouts, cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite directions. Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his business. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. Entranced, he stared at the name. She found Rhea trapped under a rock, her skeletal head exposed. It distressed and confused her that the girl should not come to her. "Where did you learn the song I heard just now?" he demanded, in an authoritative tone.
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