" "Why, what'll you do?" demanded the turnkey. Her mother informed her of the betrothal on the first painful day of her menarche, shortly after her eleventh birthday. “Do you know, I have been wondering what had become of you,” she said. Lucy inhaled deeply. And then scratched it out and wrote instead, “Gérard”. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. Why had she married him, off-hand, like that? She did not love him, or he knew nothing of love signs. I’ve got nothing to do for a month but think. “How has the world taken it?” he asked. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. “Hold on, she’s right here.
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