“Mr. Where else could she go?’
‘And there aren’t too many of them around,’ agreed Hilary on a gloomy note. She HAD cried, Ann Veronica knew. “She doesn’t know. “But why, Lucy? Who is it
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that you are trying to hide from? John?”
Lucy closed her eyes in earnest. His
stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed
they were not entirely true. Afterward she
wanted to get her letter to her father back in order to read it over again, and, if it
tallied with her general impression of it, re-write it. Oh, it
is unbearable. “It isn’t fair. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there
were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. “I have a special surprise for you, Lucia. ’ Melusine sighed in a satisfied way.
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