She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. “It’s your birthday today, May Day. “Lucy, do you forgive me?” She looked at him in earnest. By the side of her plate was a small key. And for me there is only one treasure-house. You’ll end there one day, mark my words. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty. She was rash and ignorant, absolutely inexperienced.
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