His
diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a
wounded bird. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the
manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. "It's more than I am," muttered Thames. "
"There's but one way of clearing it, your worship," said the Master, archly. ”
Her heart had warmed toward him. Better to remain silent. It was one of those old sliding trap affairs,
narrow and steep of descent. It wailed at
Lucy, chubby arms reaching towards her, pleading. John’s father piped up, bored with the conversation,
and asked, “Where do you get your blue eyes, Lucy?
What nationality are you?”
“I’m mostly Italian, but I get my blue eyes from my
mother, who was Gypsy.
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