Very glad. " "I won't reproach you, Jack," said the other, sternly. She got into rows through meddling with their shoes and tennis-rackets, and had moments of carefully concealed admiration when she was privileged to see them just before her bedtime, rather radiantly dressed in white or pink or amber and prepared to go out with her mother. They were now both in a state of unprecedented physical fitness. Muffling up his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper. Lucy thought of a song that she had not been able to get out of her head since the Fifties. “It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt.
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