” Lucy finished Michelle’s sentence and steeled her resolve, drawing herself up to a straighter posture. Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. And empty. "Do nothing without consulting my father—your father, Thames," she implored. Lucy vomited onto the floor at the sight of her mother dying, the black spots expanding across her corpse. “Just like old times,” she thought sardonically. ’ ‘I also said, if you remember, that I could not promise not to do so. I’m sorry.
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