She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. The old fool’s been working on you through your sister to keep off the stage. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. If you’ve got anything to say, you must say it to your aunt—” “But look here, daddy!” He flapped the Times at her with an imperious gesture. The twins were a hard delivery, a C-Section. He parried without apparent effort.
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