“My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. She’s right upstairs. You have been useful to me, or I would not have spared you thus long. 277 “I was beginning to think that I would never see you again, Lucy. ” The girl sat up and looked at him with a curious twist at the corners of her mouth —humorous or pathetic, he could not tell which. They’re just a joyous softening of the outline—more beautiful than perfection. Besides, he might hear things. “Ding-dong-Diedermayer is here, Lucy.
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