“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. He might be unfortunate, but he would scarcely be a fool. She resolved to go into the City to Ramage and ask for his advice. Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. It was hard to gain weight when you hated to eat. ‘That is what she wants, is it?’ ‘Do you blame her?’ he said stiffly. Pah! What a pig is this générale. "Do you hear that! We are not wholly at fault.
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