The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. I want to boast myself. I want my freedom. "I could not believe you capable of so foul a deed. ’ She was too distressed to bear this. Mentally but not physically competent. ” “Fine.
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