" And he proceeded to unfold his scheme to the woollen-draper. The stench was cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved. ‘Hadn’t meant you to know,’ said the nun gruffly. Playing with one hand he turned on his stool to glance at her. It remains a bizarre idea to me that Lucy Alberti could ever become so detailed or so real, but I’m certainly glad to have made her acquaintance. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. I should have thought my note cleared up everything. Lucy felt her eyes misting up, turning traitor. "Do not go near him, mother," cried Jack; "do not believe him.
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