‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. Michelle looked at Lucy's feet, still in the ugly brown loafers she had worn since last year. “I ought never have gone to the Zoo, I suppose. It was horrible, but what could she do? She meant to live her own life, and he meant, with contempt and insults, to prevent her. My arm's nearly well again.
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