Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. “Lucy!” He whispered into her ear beneath a dusty curtain cloud. The bedding was removed; Mrs. Wood, reproachfully, as they returned to the parlour. “I will make it possible,” he cried. Yet he stays.
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