’ ‘But you must,’ Gerald said, quite as if he meant it. “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. It is perfectly intrusive of me, and I quite see that you must be sick to death of running into such an interfering busybody all the time. ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Gerald. I have been used to living in apartments in Paris, but I suppose the system is different here. After all, life had still its pulsations. Better come another morning. Lucy auditioned on a borrowed violin. She directed the little old woman and then made her way to van D. And like that gospel it meant something, something different from its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright.
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