She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice. From beginning to end it was first-hand stuff. Lucy felt the hairs on her neck rise. Something as yet unformulated within her kept her estranged from all these practical aspects of her beliefs. Lucia had never been so happy, so content. The Magdalene XIV. I cannot protect you.
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