The next page was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his face, or what she had remembered of it. ‘I think you know my affianced husband. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly. Lucy paced outside of the stone bricked room until her mother began to scream. But I dare not accept it.
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