She was always the last person to exit after the crowds had stampeded, trailing slowly behind them like dust. Afterwards she hunted up the article in question, and it seemed to her quite delightfully written and argued. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as Tiger Lily on the death raft. He returned her to her door at a decent hour, well before 10:00. One morning he caught her hand suddenly and kissed it. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father. This is a mere boy.
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