“For Heaven’s sake, Dunster, don’t let her out of the carriage, or hansom, or whatever she came in. We shall both, I hope, live to enjoy our shares—long after Thames Darrell is forgotten—ha! ha! A third of your estate I accept. And, yet, I don't know. She uttered a little ejaculative note of joy and rushed to the bed. Feigning an air of casualness, Lucy asked the obvious. Narrow little beady brown eyes, and she’s got big eyebrows like dead caterpillars. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs.
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