Softly she rose to her feet. Lucy simply added her own good night, even though a significant part of her wanted to call Cathy mother, she refrained. She would be healthy, too, and vigorous. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. You have taken even my knife.
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