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“Well, look who’s here! Welcome, Lucy, I heard the performance was spectacular. Suppose—suppose a girl did want to start in life, start in life for herself—” She looked him frankly in the eyes. Her heels made contact with Rhea’s knees and hobbled her with a crack. "I feel guilty, going away and leaving that ignorant child; but our days have been so planned that we dare not change the schedule. We have a great deal to discuss, you and I. And you see, I don’t turn my back, and I am looking at you and thinking about you from top to toe. She had been forced to buy herself that pair of boots and a walking-skirt, and the pearl necklace at the pawnbrokers’ had yielded very disappointingly. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. "Now, step this way, Mr.
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