The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. “I’ve got nothing in the world to pack with except a toy size portmanteau. She was as lovely in the spirit as in the flesh. She dared not say the word aloud, not even to herself. "Strange!" he continued, as if talking to himself. ’ Lucilla sat up.
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