. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. ‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily. She could not help devouring him a little with her eyes across the Burger King booth, handsome shoulders visibly solid underneath his ridiculous polo shirt, his eyes all sweetness and light. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. We mustn’t make it so.
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