The one I have is a duplicate. He had promised her some
books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. She had a gold watch, a
very good gold watch that had been her mother’s, a pearl necklace that was also
pretty good, some unpretending rings, some silver bangles and a few other such
inferior trinkets, three pounds thirteen shillings unspent of her dress and book
allowance and a few good salable books. ‘How much does he know?’ Without waiting for a reply, she turned narrowed
eyes on Gerald. Who's the lucky boy, Lucy?\"
Lucy looked at her slippered feet. I am five-and-thirty, and I have
knocked about in the world and tasted the quality of life. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once
because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her
mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. Lucy's grin faded. Gerald crossed back
to the window. You've caught the colour and the life. She turned up dead after about eight
weeks and it broke my heart.
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