Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily. Cars rushed by on the street, swerving into the middle of the two lane road to avoid the knee-deep puddles forming around sewer grates. He was a little impressed by Ann Veronica’s metaphor of the string, which, indeed, she owed to Hetty Widgett. “So she must have had you fairly young, right?” Lucy nodded again. I spent agonizing weeks wandering Mantua in search of you, finally arriving at the idea of asking someone who you were. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them.
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