"Your son," answered the boy. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. \"What's that?\" Lucy asked. “I’ve been following you for many years. ’ She stopped, for Jack was feebly laughing. She felt as if she had struck them unawares.
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