’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. ” She said, and ducked back into her room. She hated the manor. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face.
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