’ Lucilla eyed him with one of those particularly feminine looks it was difficult for a mere male to interpret. Her soft brown eyes, inherited from Larry, warmed an already pretty face. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. She savored the sweetness of his lips, all of his great youth and passion and longed for his innocence, his complete lack of the knowledge of terrible things. The bars dropped noiselessly and slowly down, till the chain tightened at the staple.
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