A woman’s shoe lay on the threadbare carpeting. “What has she told you?” “Everything. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that. I keep on thinking of you. Lucy blushed from toes to forehead, feeling her pace accelerate. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room.
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