When she looked into their eyes, her despair put her beyond tears. “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. You are nothing of the sort. He died in the war. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. “I wonder,” she began, presently, “why I love you—and love you so much?. He’ll do.
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