Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. Lucy propped Michelle against a thick, knobby tree stump. Thank goodness there’s plenty of opportunity! And we two can talk.
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