The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. \"Lucy?\" He called her as she turned. They crossed the street, and entering the front door passed up the outside stone steps of the flat. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. “I hate you because you are the Devil! Rot in Hell!” She was shocked at her own accusation, how she had savored the words. Because here was the haven for which she had been blindly groping: the positive abolition of all her father's rights in her—the right to drag her back. She’s big, about 5’10”. "Open my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending.
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