It had felt wonderful to pick up the fiddle again. ” Lucy reflected. The night was clear and moonlit, dazzling with even light blue shadows that shone into manicured lawns and pristine gardens. Her face is shaped funny, real long and skinny, and she has no chin. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. Wherein she differed but little from her young sisters. She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. Look here. ’ She bit her lip and thought deeply. Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. “I changed my last shilling yesterday. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness.
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