Here, put it on your finger. I hate what I am. She was radiant. ‘But only think, Hilary,’ Lucy protested, evidently too involved in her theory to waste time in scolding. She stood among them, watching them and feeling curiously alien to them. If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less assurance than the woollen-draper. What could she do? Reluctantly, at a second curt command, she began to step across the uncarpeted floor, her eyes never leaving the threatening pistol.
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