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“I am sorry for the way I acted, Lucy. Then suddenly the curtain would fall. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. The sense of publicity, of people coming and going about them, kept them both unemotional. "He does seem a very extraordinary person. God, Lucy, what’s it been, how many years?” “I’m so sorry, John. I naturally want to do it up in proper style. Lucy felt her heart splinter in her breast. Wood sank, submissively, into a chair, while his daughter hastened to execute her arbitrary parent's commission. “I believe it is. It is queer how ideas pop into one's head.
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