Michelle was in sight, Lucy could hear her voice, high in the crowd, and saw her blond head bobbing among a sea of faces. I felt his heart. It seemed intolerable that she should go home and admit herself beaten. Jack Kimble nodded eagerly. He filled the rôle of comrade which Spurlock dared not enact, at least not utterly as he would have liked. “Where is my beautiful wife?” He bellowed from the downstairs. Sheppard, with a frenzied laugh. I didn’t know. You are your own Heaven and your own Hell, Lucy.
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