The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. She tried not to blush. Too much blood has been shed already. ’ ‘Gosse,’ corrected Lucilla. Look at it, I say. ‘Oh, you are making a game with me.
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