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“Michelle, it’s me, Lucy. "Ah!" cried Wild, laying down his pen and looking up with a smile of satisfaction. “Why will you not be sensible? Go back to your old life and your old friends, and forget all about Paris and this absurd delusion of yours. The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind. ’ ‘But I can’t leave you, miss. I'll tell you what. Wood's anxiety grew so insupportable, that he seized his hat with the intention of sallying forth in search of them, though he did not know whither to bend his steps, when his departure was arrested by a gentle knock at the door.
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