Lucy Honeychurch : A Short Story

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Lucy Honeychurch lives in a world in which actions are more often than not dictated by politeness and social cues, rather than real emotion. She’s a bright young lady, but she still can’t quite figure out how to negotiate the boundaries of society. The longer she stays in Italy, where things are evidently more straightforward and less uptight than they are in England, the more she realizes that she has questions that her former way of life don’t answer. This initial stage ends when George kisses her amongst the violets, an event that sends her into a whirlwind of action as she attempts to regain control of her unruly life. "Has he indeed?" said Cecil, trying to recover himself. Into what a grotesque mistake had he fallen! Was it likely that a clergyman and a gentleman would refer to his engagement in a manner so flippant? But his stiffness remained, and, though he asked who Cissie and Albert might be, he still thought Mr. Beebe rather a bounder. "Unpardonable question! To have stopped a week at Windy Corner and not to have met Cissie and Albert, the semi-detached villas that have been run up opposite the church! I'll set Mrs. Honeychurch after you." "I'm shockingly stupid over local affairs," said the young man languidly. "I can't even remember the difference between a Parish Council and a Local Government Board. Perhaps there is no difference, or perhaps those aren't the right names. I only go into the country to see my friends and to enjoy the scenery. It is very remiss of

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