But no more of that. “Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. And there arose too, a background of shouts. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “I came here this afternoon hoping particularly to see you for a few moments before you signed that contract. The stench was cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved. He could imagine it even if he could not feel it. “I have a message from your sister. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical.
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