“I don’t know why. ” “For what?” Lucy asked. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. In a second the glass lay shattered upon the carpet. This was followed by heavy footsteps, and in another moment the dining-room door was flung open. She romanticized, imagining a life on the High Seas. I’ve got a streak of male. Nothing else matters.
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