There is a new life, different from the old life of dependence, possible. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as Tiger Lily on the death raft. “Well?” he asked her tersely. Perhaps it was the recollection of those happy days. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. Also she made little pussy-like sounds of a reassuring nature. Even the basest objects sold in the 24 roadside shops were beautiful in some way. So far she had the utmost difficulty in getting on to that vitally important matter.
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