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“Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. ” Lucy begged. . C. Open the window, Thames, and call for assistance. They had been informally introduced during floor hockey, when Katy had sent a puck flying into Lucy’s face. The rest of the crowd followed suit with weak laughter. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. To-night I locked up my flat at six o’clock. . .
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