For the first time in her life she had heard music; the door to enchanted sounds had been flung wide. A short flight of steps brought him to a dark passage, into which he plunged. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. “Will they worry about you getting caught in a storm?” She asked him as she viewed black clouds floating in different directions. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. For a nun at night it is less dangerous than for the jeune demoiselle. Why doesn’t she marry? Plenty of money under her father’s will. Lucy changed into her Goodwill jeans and sweatshirt, plastering her hair down with an elastic band and securing it under a tight hood. “And where are YOU going?” he said.
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