“Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly, and said, in a deep, arch voice: “Talking of love again; spring again, love again. ” She said. " "Your prisoner!" echoed Jonathan, derisively. ” He said.
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