” He commented, seeing the car in the drive. There’d only be endless rows if I was at home. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. “Lucy Albert, sir. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated. ” “I can spare it,” Anna answered suavely. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. 128 < 16 > LUCY GOES TO PROM She ended up sewing her own dress for Prom out of sateen and tulle leftover from Shari’s sewing days. Captain Roding either did not know, or did not remember that she had it.
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