Manning loomed up ever and again into her world, full of a futile solicitude, and almost always declaring she was splendid, splendid, and wishing he could talk things out with her. It began in the eyes and spread to the lips: warm, embracing, even fatherly. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know.
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