And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. “Our interest lies in heading them off. ’ She set down her glass with a snap. She would just have to show up and hope for the best. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. Want to walk home today? Lucy slipped the paper into her English textbook. The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed.
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