Lucia had never been so happy, so content. When the lad is fit to be moved, we’ll bring him home. Then she put more coal on, piled it over the ashes, and stood once more upright. . And she had not dressed herself in this habit of a blue so much like the sky just for his sake, no matter that Lucy had said how much this colour suited with her eyes. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. Melusine, starved of colour for years, revelled in it. It’s on the horse.
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