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HISTORY OF AN ABDUCTION
She had not seen him for hundreds of years. What hotel should she go to? If she told a
cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might
drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she
required. And then scratched it out and wrote instead,
“Gérard”. “No Christmas dinner,” she said, “or anything nice! One doesn’t even know
what you are doing. Wanton!… This, then,
was what her father had meant. ” Lucy answered, disturbed at
how rehearsed the apology sounded. “Where have you been, young lady? I know your
kind, I know you sneak out every night! How long do
you think it could go on? You little murdering slut!
Whore! I found you out, found your blouse! Evidence!
How many of your johns have you killed why you have
lived at my house? Huh? They’re going to put you away
for a long time, honey. ’
‘What husband?’
‘Precisely.
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