Her little white hand stole across the table. I know all about it. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly. He went more easily this time. She directed the orchestra to tune again. Ruth's gaze wandered from the printed page. But I had to know for sure. Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth.
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