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Cathy reached out and touched Lucy’s chin with her two fingers, gently commanding her attention. Doesn’t know where he is, thought the captain. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. " "Didn't the natives have a name for you?" She blushed. “Quite on my own,” she said. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins. You are not playing to-night, are you?” “Not to-night,” she answered.
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