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Michelle looked at Lucy's feet, still in the ugly brown loafers she had worn since last year. Through this, his last trial, Jack's spirits never deserted him. But never had the hand touched her with a father's caress; never had he taken her into his arms; never had he kissed her. Only how had they missed him? Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them. For the love of Heaven, Jack, don't move!—Don't alter a muscle, if you can help it. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. Lucy didn’t seem like a teenage girl at all to Sheila and she knew it.
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