“Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. Did you realize?\" Lucy's mouth twisted into a half-smile that she could not help. She struggled fiercely not to give way. " "And leave you thus?" rejoined Jack. He made his speech a little elaborately. ’ She counted off on her fingers. He pushed her small hand into his jeans. His statement was treated with derision. Her features are the same, yet the change has written its mark into her face. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen.
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