126 Lucy drank them as the first rays of watery sunlight seeped through the mullioned windows, then put their husks in the claw-footed bathtub. The young man had knocked over the siphon. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. ‘Dreadfully untidy, is it not? Can’t abide bare rooms. Besides, he might hear things. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. Her mother tried to soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her forehead ached. “Just at present my mind simply won’t take hold of this at all. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer. ” She rested the firing end of the cannon against her own temple.
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