At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. '—'They can't,' says I. She saw now that it was not a dissipated face; it was as smooth and unlined as polished marble, which at present it resembled.
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