God, Lucy, what’s it been, how many years?” “I’m so sorry, John. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap. “When can we be alone together?” She asked him, never loosening her grip. A little exclamation of surprise escaped Ennison. “I wrote it for you. Upon the steps leading to the gates of the church stood two persons whom Jack instantly recognised. Either we go forth together, or they shall bury me. I looked upon you from the first as the most promising of my pupils. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father. Probably hadn't. And here you are!” Her aunt opened all the fingers of her gloved hand in a rhetorical gesture.
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