” She said. It melted her heart. ’ Gerald drew his breath in sharply as Lord Charvill took a step towards his granddaughter, thrusting out his head. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. His grief was so audible, that it attracted the notice of some of the bystanders, and Thames was obliged to beg him to control it. It was no use. “But why, Lucy? Who is it 145 that you are trying to hide from? John?” Lucy closed her eyes in earnest.
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