“I want a vote for myself,” she said. “You’re self-taught, aren’t you, Lucy?” She looked around the table, all eyes upon her. "I am expected, I find," observed Jack, glancing at the well-covered board. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. "You lie!" Head down, fists doubled, Spurlock rushed: only to be met with a kick which was intended for the groin but which struck the thigh instead.
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