The temperature soared to one hundred degrees, sickeningly hot. Lucy slipped upstairs silently. I——” The door was thrown open. It’s like this: You want freedom. Lost, stolen, or strayed, the Young Person!. ‘I knew it. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine. He did not particularly care.
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