“Yes,” she answered, looking away. " After all those former bitter failures, this cup was sweet, even if there was the flavour of irony. \" Lucy said. "What!" she exclaimed, almost choked with passion,—"I advised you to burthen yourself with that idle and good-for-nothing pauper, who'm you ought rather to send to the workhouse than maintain at your own expense, did I! I advised you to take him as an apprentice; and, so far from getting the regular fee with him, to give him a salary? I advised you to feed him, and clothe him, and treat him like his betters; to put up with his insolence, and wink at his faults? I counselled all this, I suppose. “I am going to fetch some things that will be wanted if he pulls through the next hour. \" It was a lie: Lucy ate one forced meal a day, supper. . Seconds went by, and the cannon fired just as Rhea descended upon Lucy. She was the High Priestess. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not. “Concern me!” she repeated fiercely. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music.
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