She propped a pillow against his padded headboard
and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly
crossed. She knew she was a monster and so did they. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other
suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her
cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her
eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. ‘Certainly I am not a nun. "
"At all events, let me send her away, my dear," supplicated the carpenter,
anxious to avert the impending storm. ‘But what in the world was
she doing at Remenham House?’
‘Your quickness is astounding, Lucy,’ Gerald told her admiringly.
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