[She presses herself against him, and finally does, in fact, manage to sleep.
And the days go by.
There is nothing really too terrible; they pass slowly, and the summer begins to fade, and Lucy gets sick. It's an illness that strikes her rather randomly, leaving her vomiting at times and well at other, and making her a bit more tired and - dare it be said - irritable than usual.
George has to get up every day and leave Lucy's room before the maids arrive, and one morning, while Lucy is puking her guts out, a pair of them pass George. If I didn't know better, I would say her majesty is pregnant, giving George a little nod as they leave her apartments.
Lucy herself is on the bed, a damp cloth over her eyes.]
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[She presses herself against him, and finally does, in fact, manage to sleep.
And the days go by.
There is nothing really too terrible; they pass slowly, and the summer begins to fade, and Lucy gets sick. It's an illness that strikes her rather randomly, leaving her vomiting at times and well at other, and making her a bit more tired and - dare it be said - irritable than usual.
George has to get up every day and leave Lucy's room before the maids arrive, and one morning, while Lucy is puking her guts out, a pair of them pass George. If I didn't know better, I would say her majesty is pregnant, giving George a little nod as they leave her apartments.
Lucy herself is on the bed, a damp cloth over her eyes.]
George?