‘Who telled you that?’ ‘Do not ask me impertinent questions, but only go you and fetch this daughter here to me. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know. And he hazarded a wink at the poet over the paper on which he was sketching. Believe me, Anna. And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. He pushed her to his bed, little more than a cot, and pulled off her clothes. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones.
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