“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 ladies were, as usual, very gaily dressed; and as usual, also, had resorted to art to heighten their attractions— From patches, justly placed, they borrow'd graces, And with vermilion lacquer'd o'er their faces. One swift glance about the room, and a sensation of grim foreboding swept through him. . You wanted to play a lone hand. The agonized mother could scarcely repress a scream at the spectacle that met her gaze. The sun shined weakly through brief pinpricks 90 in the thick cloud cover, the weather was brewing a storm.
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