Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow. She blushed prettily, and in a moment regained command of her tongue. "To him I owe everything," continued the widow, "life itself—nay, more than life,—for without his assistance I should have perished, body and soul. Lucy stared at the girl for a long ten seconds, and then looked away. " "Done!" cried the old sailor. "By all means," rejoined Quilt.
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