Lucy crouched by the side of the grave, her head in her hands, rocking back and forth. I can pull the strings of this stiff-necked puppet as I please. He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. Usually his charges bored him with their interrogative chatter, for he knew that his information more often than not went into one ear and out of the other. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear.
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