" The Wastrel laughed. His cheeks were puffy, and his eyes blood-shot. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. The more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience. "Ah, I see it all!" he cried, with a quick glance. “Why didn’t you come back? Lucy, I needed you to come back, just once. She wanted to come, and I wouldn't let her.
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