"Hush!" she said, putting her lean fingers to her lips. “I am sorry for the way I acted, Lucy. She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. Spare him!—pity me!" With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland.
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