The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. But you have, haven’t you?’ He tutted again. Essentially the talk was a mixture of fragments of sentences heard, of passages read, or arguments indicated rather than stated, and all of it was served in a sauce of strange enthusiasm, thin yet intense. She spoke slowly. As though accidentally she swept her skirts from a chair close drawn to her own. The contact is disturbing; and we prefer going around the fact to facing it. Lucy stood relieved that she had not messed up the solo. Lucy had been ignoring her, not purposefully, but noticeably. She thought of Sebastian who often returned from the charnel house that the outside world had become.
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