She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. ’ ‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite managing the “l”. Tonight Lucy doled out outré physiological theories of boys and their overactive hormones. She was with these movements—akin to them, she felt it at times intensely—and yet something eluded her. There’s a hansom coming round the corner. She did not bother with the backpack despite its due tomorrow status. It seemed at first the most beautiful afternoon of all time to her, and perhaps the thrill of her excitement did add a distinctive and culminating keenness to the day.
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