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Wild had escaped. Lucy did her best to avoid talking about it, but the subject was beguiling, as it almost always brought news about him from the grapevine within which Michelle was intravenously entwined. ’ Lucilla burst into laughter and clapped her hands. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. “If you say so, Lucy. If he senses fear in the touch of your hand, he'll give you trouble. ” “But I didn’t lose it that way, did I?” She grew hysterical. ‘You do not know how I am like my mother.
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