She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a woman’s crowning experience. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. You are your own Heaven and your own Hell, Lucy. Even in the daylight, it had a sombre and suspicious air, and seemed to slink back from the adjoining houses, as if afraid of their society. “What are you doing?” He cried. His slightest move caused her infinite pleasure. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. .
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