Then her white teeth gleamed, and her excuse for remaining any longer before that little marble table was gone. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Lucy found solace in the lack of sunshine, but the November cold was over the top, even for Illinois. But no more of that. ‘Wait, Jacques! I will find the way to open this.
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