He had a wild impulse to shout. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs. Now the sense of beauty was spreading to a multitude of hitherto unsuspected aspects of the world about her. “I’m sorry Mister McCloskey! I was out seeing my boyfriend!” He stared at her concernedly. First period was the time to be without her, as she was consumed with some before-school activity as Lucy barely made it to her first class in time for the bell. “I have hurt my father,” she said; “I have hurt my aunt. Kneebone is coming, my dear," ventured Mr.
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