The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. Rousing himself, he went to the door. Lucy stood relieved that she had not messed up the solo. Now you haven’t the ghost of one—not if you play the game fair.
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