Part 2, Chapter 13: How Miss Bartlett’s Boiler Was So Tiresome

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌‌⁠How often had Lucy rehearsed this bow, this interview! But she had always rehearsed them indoors, and with certain accessories, which surely we have a right to assume. Who could foretell that she and George would meet in the rout of a civilization, amidst an army of coats and collars and boots that lay wounded over the sunlit earth? She had imagined a young Mr. Emerson, who might be shy or morbid