The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child. ” Then it was her father issued his ultimatum. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. Some indeed carried themselves, dressed themselves even, rather as foreign visitors from the land of “Looking Backward” and “News from Nowhere” than as the indigenous Londoners they were. It was not in evidence here, not a sign of it. Lucy followed her. ” “I thought I was old enough,” she gasped, between laughter and crying. “Very good,” he said. Perhaps that was why Sheila began to observe Lucy, because both of them were poignantly aware of Lucy’s otherness. ‘Many things he taught me. She’s right upstairs. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes.
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