Her aunt arrived about halfpast ten, in black and with an unusually thick spotted veil. The highest form of knowledge was magic: the priesthood. “Then we must try and make London endurable for you,” he remarked cheerfully. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. She let go of him and stood up, straightening herself. .
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