"Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. “May I hear?” “It really isn’t much to tell,” Drummond answered. Her features are the same, yet the change has written its mark into her face. “Now look here, Veronica, let us be plain with each other. “If I do,” he said. The way it had happened was stupid, absurd. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. Soon they came to treat Lucy almost as mother, pulling hard at her brown curls and laughing delightedly as they sprang back into their spiral shape. It was so hopeless to put it to them. He’s the handle of life for you. She shivered, more due to his presence than the changing weather. " "It is, indeed," replied Mrs. But one of these days everything will click back into place.
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