“I believe she’s dressing up-stairs—now. I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. My only love is for my poor lost son. Rats and things crawling all over. She had agonized over it for weeks. “Your coffee’s too good to refuse. Her aunt went out of the room with dignity and a rustle, and up-stairs to the fastness of her own room.
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