Cathy appeared in her bathrobe. "Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them. “But why, Lucy? Who is it 145 that you are trying to hide from? John?” Lucy closed her eyes in earnest. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears.
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