It
would have given me intense satisfaction to have been able to catch a French
spy. Many’s the young ’un I’ve
seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty
wench. Then she sat watching the play,
sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander
to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge
of the table. The girl stood with her
hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair
over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than
ever like an obdurate child. If you had any
idea what depths people have sunken to as you reside
safely in this high fortress, you would search your soul to
find the mote of charity left there. The horror of those few
minutes was still with her. ‘Do not mix yourself in mine, and perhaps you will not die. Lost ground must be
regained. But she did not bother her head very much about her
relations with these sympathizers. Lucy looked at the stains on
the threadbare carpeting to distract herself, embarrassed
to her core. "
"Then this is not my child?" exclaimed she, with increased astonishment.
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