Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. The ruffian caught hold of her hair, and held her fast. We were hunting and were separated from the rest of the hunters, so I said, ‘There are ways for a man to escape his wife where no one is harmed. These joyful bounds just lace into the stuff of my memories and stay there forever. She became angry with herself. What about them?” He called a hansom. ” “For what?” Lucy asked. He did not particularly care. ” “Not now. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters.
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