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"I'm glad you told me, Billy," she said. "I—I hoped you might." "Is it?" "An' phwat is ut?" Old Harry's interest was real. He laid his pipe down on the table and leaned towards Billy..
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Was it possible that Lucy's situation had driven her out of her mind? Her behaviour throughout the day had been extraordinary. Features of character had appeared in her in the extravagance of her moods and humours which he never could have conceived would, though latent and demanding the summons of insanity to become visible, have formed a part of her nature. She, the gentle, the sweet, the refined, the tender, the sympathetic had exhibited even coarseness. Could she be mad, and yet slumber so soundly? How do the insane sleep? One thing Billy saw which he could not understand. The greasy surface of the shallow pond was never still, but bubbled incessantly as porridge puffs and bubbles when it boils. It was as if the slimy creatures buried in the oozy bottom belched forth their poisonous breath as they stirred in sleep. "Not yourn? Then whose is it?" she cried in amazement. "Only one thing to do," reasoned Billy, "take what we want an' let the rest go.".
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