” “I can’t be portentous, dear, when you’re about. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know. She found him reclined, watching television in a small guest room hidden in a back wing of the massive house. The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers in the basket, burst into tears, and withdrew. She shrank from him as he gripped her hand more forcibly. He was almost frightening in silhouette, his hair uncontrollable under the best of circumstances, but that changed when you saw his face. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.
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