” Lucy said. She opened the door to him herself. The comparisons upon which she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. “I wish I didn’t swear. “Your father is dead too, I believe,” he continued, “and your mother. And this damning evidence―’ with a brusque gesture at the portrait ‘―must also be destroyed. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up.
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