“Shit!” John quickly countered, “What are you going to do? She’s a motor-mouth, Lucy, of the worst kind. Her old nurse’s hands returned the pressure. She made a slow tour of the front of the house without success, and then started back along the rooms behind, dragging open the drapes each time to get just enough light to recognise what was on the walls. Michelle found herself drowning in finals, and Lucy walked home alone the last week in obscurity and peace. One must get them with exactly the same intensity. The comments on the makeover lessened but were replaced by long admiring glances by boys who had never before given her the time of day. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat.
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