God, Lucy, what’s it been, how many years?” “I’m so sorry, John. Horrible memories of things seen beneath the microscope of the baser forms of life crawled across her mind and set her shuddering with imagined irritations. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. Dear me, what a difference it has made! No one would ever think that we were sisters.
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