I am going to ask him to finish it. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. You wouldn't rob Mr. Lucy snatched it up and put it in her pack. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. He sat up in his chair again, the colour came back to his cheeks. She began to miss him when he was gone during the day and cherish the quiet times he spent only with her. They came from every part, from the pit, the circle and the gallery, even from the stalls.
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