Then
he released her hand, and sat back a little, appearing to concentrate his thoughts
on her face. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and
Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of
their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds,
their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the
flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself
fighting against. ‘Jacques, you have been very much my friend. Journeying blindly half way across the world, this man
had found his quarry. They had been
informally introduced during floor hockey, when Katy
had sent a puck flying into Lucy’s face. I have found you.
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