A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. Tell Lucy about the time you were nine years old and blew up the house, John. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory.
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