’ There was a kind of aching hunger in Gerald’s gaze. That is what my mother used to call me. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. In addition, the Fadden Dance business, all out of proportion, occupied the whole foreground of her thoughts and threw a color of rebellion over everything. In lieu of the substantial habitations which he had gazed on overnight, he beheld a row of falling scaffoldings, for such they seemed. You truly are your mother’s, Lucia.
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