"I haven't quite recovered the fright I got in the Vell-Hole," replied Abraham. He was still thickly clad in jeans. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. Tell the whole truth. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. She was rash and ignorant, absolutely inexperienced. ‘That is why I have come to England, you understand.
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