Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. I do not know if I will have to escape quickly once more. ” He digested her statement as part threat and part promise.
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