"Kiss me. He grasped Lucilla’s elbow. But then you're an adopted son, and that makes all the difference. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. ’ Madame gave one of those breathy laughs. Now the baby’s bright May eyes peered up at her intently.
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