He knew my name, and also that I had been living in Paris, and a man doesn’t risk claiming a girl for his wife, as a rule, for nothing. “What happened to your parents, Lucy? Is it all right if I ask?” Lucy looked at her with a soft gaze. “I want to know who you are. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. She could stow away, go to a place where there were no people to eat and end her life. He is an awfully good sort— and now he has come to me to help him if I can.
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