Lucy changed into her Goodwill jeans and sweatshirt, plastering her hair down with an elastic band and securing it under a tight hood. What matters it? My servant, he is wounded—and by a Frenchman, if you wish to make an arrest. Now, for the cage, my pretty canary-bird. “Please stay,” she said briefly. The scent of cloying pine dust filled the air as floodlights shone eerily through the jungle gym of new wood. In the '80s such a dress would have indicated considerable financial means; under the sun-helmet it was an anachronism; and yet it served only to add a quainter charm to the girl's beauty. She felt the thrill race through her body. There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral. Lucy stood in front of the piano.
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