She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. “Mr. I did not know what God had in mind then. . ‘Is he meeting you here then, my dear?’ ‘He had better,’ said Lucilla.
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