” She batted his arms and slapped him, angrily twisting from his grasp. She was so interested, and this was such a relief from the trudging anxiety of her search for work, that she went on for a whole week as if she was still living at home. There was a strip of old rose brocade in the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. Grudgingly he admired her. You can pull it over on everybody else, Lucy, but not on me. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. It was a queer little bed-sitting-room almost in the roof, with a partition right across it. A post-chaise seen in the road first alarmed us. ” She breathed relief. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. The wall of the sky, the wall of the horizon, the wall behind which each human being hid—the wall behind which she herself was hiding! If only her mother had lived, her darling mother! Presently the unhappy puzzlement left her face; and an inward glow began to lighten it. Not afraid of me, either.
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