’ ‘Yes,’ agreed Lucilla excitedly, ‘and she has been telling us how much of a friend she was to your mother. Blackness was beginning to consume the cornfield. The knight and his followers crossed the threshold, leaving one of the torch-bearers behind them. The door closed upon her, and he moved reluctantly away. . There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. "If I spoke to him, my interest might be misinterpreted. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands.
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