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“Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. Even though the individual faces of her audience were not to be singled out, she had been conscious from the first moment of her appearance that something was wrong. He talked at the blackboard in a pleasant, very slightly lisping voice with a curious spontaneity, and was sometimes very clumsy in his exposition, and sometimes very vivid. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. " "You will never become that, Ruth. " "Are you ready?" said Trenchard, striding towards the door.
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