Neither of these wards had beds, and the unfortunate inmates were obliged to take their rest on the oaken floor. Perhaps that was why Sheila began to observe Lucy, because both of them were poignantly aware of Lucy’s otherness. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly.
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