An old man with a bent back who limped in, slow and stiff, leaning heavily on a cane. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!” She did not speak. The door opened. “That is as you will,” she said. Lucy wore it every day from then on. “I heard nothing,” he declared, “and my ears are good. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs.
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