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“The surgeon’s knife is surely a kindly weapon,” she declared. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. ‘s as mad as any of you, in spite of all his respectability; not a bit of him straight anywhere, not one bit. Without turning or looking in his direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her fingers, her elbows upon her knees. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” It was as much an accusation as a question. They don’t know who did it, actually. As though accidentally she swept her skirts from a chair close drawn to her own.
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