“I have never seen him in my life,” she said to the official. "
"Alas!" cried Mrs. '"
"'This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from the sea. ” He replied. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and
Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of
their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds,
their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the
flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself
fighting against. Want to walk home today?
Lucy slipped the paper into her English textbook. ” Lucy replied.
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