“I haven’t seen the new Patience, dear,” she said. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. The next moment, a heavy plunge told that the fugitive had been consigned to the waves. “Please play something for us,” Carol asked, her eyes aglow. “Who took care of you after she died?” “My father. Who's the lucky boy, Lucy?\" Lucy looked at her slippered feet.
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