The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. He understood. Fas du tout. " The Wastrel rushed. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I haven’t had a minute’s peace. Her gown was minimalist compared to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on 134 brambles and twigs. Or at least he did the day before yesterday. It gave her joy to see them laughing, even though she was unsure of what she had done wrong. “This is my way back to my side of the Park,” she said.
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