She married my Dad in a small ceremony
down at City Hall. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as
floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new
wood. “Can you spare me a moment?” he asked. Just what in the world was that about?
Before he could hazard a guess, Lucy looked back at him. Kneebone. “No, it was simple. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was
alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was
something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at
least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places
of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words
that express it—a very great lark indeed. ” He stuttered. Shoplatch. Our quarrel's quite over. Hers were less noble, yet
stately.
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