So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. Lucy saw it happen as if in slow motion. The honey on his tongue turned to ashes. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. Twice she smiled, but not unkindly. She had taken care he should have this momentous talk with her on a garden-seat commanded by the windows of the house. I know nothing about the matter, but I feel convinced that you are right. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest.
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