“No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. “She must look forward to Italy. Here you are, young, sound, with a heart that will recover in no time, provided you keep liquor out of it. The world is like a peppery horse. "I understand," she said. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies.
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