“Lucy, do you forgive me?” She looked at him in earnest. Wood, sinking into a chair, and fanning herself violently,—"what a fluster you have put me into with your violence, to be sure! And at the very time, too, when you know I'm expecting a visit from Mr. Michelle was sounding alarm bells everywhere in Lucy’s brain, but Lucy felt the pull of a 188 greater inertia, the urge to stay put so strong that to deny it was to deny the existence of gravity. And it's a maxim of universal application: or, at least, of universal practice. The discussion wandered, and was punctuated with bread and butter. ’ ‘No, I wouldn’t have believed you. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. ’ Mrs Sindlesham shook with laughter.
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