If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you
had only to turn to a certain page. The lamp was not yet lit, and in the dim light he
bent forward as though trying to look into her averted face. "Egad!" exclaimed Wood, "you've hit the right nail on the head, anyhow. Perhaps her granddaughter might marry his grandson. And she had not dressed herself in this habit of
a blue so much like the sky just for his sake, no matter that Lucy had said how
much this colour suited with her eyes. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a
grating of iron bars. “Don’t you get it, Lucy? I’ve always thought he was
an idiot. He recognized me at once, and he behaved like a madman. These sham ideals and
advanced notions.
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