’ Lucy giggled. ‘Not where we’re going. And now the fiend Gosse had taken even that away from her. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face. Sepulchre's church, and hurrying down Snow Hill, darted into the first turning on the left. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works unless you comply with paragraph 1.
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