” She realized it was possible to be sorry for him—acutely sorry for the situation. Very likely you will disapprove highly of what I have done—I wonder? You may, perhaps, think I have done it just in a fit of childish petulance because my father locked me in when I wanted to go to a ball of which he did not approve. With the last glimmer of decency he had sent the daughter to his sister. . ’ ‘Well, I do now,’ Lucilla said firmly, and turned back to Melusine. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. It would be protective; it would with age turn to silver unnoticeably.
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