Spurlock looked up. Lucy could feel blood welling underneath a bump half swelling and already half-healing on her scalp. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. “I’m sorry, ma’am, to seem the cause of any disturbance, but this,” he pointed to Anna, “is my wife. I have never loved you. ” Lucy answered, disturbed at how rehearsed the apology sounded. ‘Tell me, my boy.
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