I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know. She returned home through a world that was as roseate as it had been gray overnight. Her aunt had a once exasperating habit of interrupting her work with demands for small household services, but now Ann Veronica rendered them with a queer readiness of anticipatory propitiation. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. He'll settle it bravely. “Eight pounds,” she plunged, and added foolishly, “fifteen pounds will see me clear of everything.
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