His eyes closed. In
the obscurity in which it was now seen, it looked like a prison, and, indeed, it
was Jonathan's fancy to make it resemble one as much as possible. It was
surely odd that her thought should pick up that picture and recast it so vividly. But when he looked again, there she was!
"I don't understand," he said, finally. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?”
Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift
nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. “Go on!” she commanded. Some doting parent had taught
him well. She leaned forward,
her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his
face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. . ”
Lucy found dinner was very pleasant as John’s parents
were easy to chat with. It had a
tiny flaw, most bizarre.
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