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Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color. Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. The blow was scarcely dealt, when, with a bound like that of a tiger, Blueskin sprang upon him. “If only I could afford another!” she thought regretfully. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. Her words, as she said them, seemed to her to mean nothing, and there was so much that struggled for expression. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. " "You did not hear her when she spoke to her father; I did.

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