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Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again. Then to the Golden Ball, in the same street. She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. The less said, therefore, on this point the better; because, as nothing is to be gained by it, it would only be trouble thrown away. She was watching him intently. She meditated profoundly through several enormous cold hours on all that had happened and all that she had done since the swirl of the suffrage movement had submerged her personal affairs. You don’t know the thoughts we have; the things we can do and say.
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