“Lucy!” He whispered into her ear beneath a dusty curtain cloud. It was a mass of knick-knacks. But this was long ago. There is a button loose on that coat under your pillow. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. He waved a cordial goodbye. The gate was opened; the coffin brought into the churchyard; and Jack, whose eyes were filled with tears, saw Mr. Shall we say at half-past seven?” She rose from her chair.
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