It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. Wood. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. She had followed a bobbing white hat and gray jacket until she reached the Euston Road corner of Tottenham Court Road, and there, by the name on a bus and the cries of a conductor, she made a guess of her way. Squire and master. Michelle was sounding alarm bells everywhere in Lucy’s brain, but Lucy felt the pull of a 188 greater inertia, the urge to stay put so strong that to deny it was to deny the existence of gravity. She would never, never go back. If he awoke and caught you at it, there might be a set-back. Still, I am curious. “I—I didn’t love the man I was engaged to,” she said.
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