” Lucy said. “But I am at singing-pitch. " "'Zounds! Captain, I shall get my death of cold. But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. One day I can be a Gothic chick, and the next day I’ll be Hitler Youth.
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