“I am sorry for the way I acted, Lucy. Captain Roding strode into the parlour. Lucy had just began to invoke a solace where John was concerned, doing her best to shelve him as not so special after all. She had not chosen her life, but she was foggy on whether or not it was right to deny others the right to join her in her suffering. All the sombre visions she had been pressing back, fighting out of her thoughts, swarmed over the barrier and crushed her. He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. He continued thoughtfully. He hasn't found himself, as they say. One can learn and understand only by personal experience, by actual contact with the realities of life.
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