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Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. “All right so far,” she said to herself. “If I was the world I think I should have put down a crimson carpet, and asked you to say what you wanted, and generally walk over me. ” Lucy could tell that Michelle was lying by the way her pupils reacted, no longer following the sunlight. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. She read beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing.
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