Two or three podgy-looking old men with wives to match, half-a-dozen overdressed girls, and a couple of underdressed American ones, who still wore the clothes in which they had been tramping half over London since breakfast time. She was not altogether surprised when she found a deer, gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers, on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. How perfectly charming. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. By Jove! When I think of it I want to leap and shout!” “It would astonish that man with the barrow. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. ” Part 3 Her mind got back to the Fadden Ball. 148 “Sure.
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