"Any price was better than your head. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. " Mr. Even an unlikely episode such as this could not be ignored. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. “Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain.
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