"I am Owen Wood, at your service. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. She had grabbed! She became less and less attentive to his meditative, self-complacent fragments of talk as she told herself this. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like.
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