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Died short, I suppose, and the girls had to shift for themselves. I heard everywhere of his enormous riches and his generosity. “What, you don’t think that you can afford it? Lucy, with your musical talent, you’ll get a full ride. She was supposed to be reading at home, and after breakfast she strolled into the vegetable garden, and having taken up a position upon the staging of a disused greenhouse that had the double advantage of being hidden from the windows of the house and secure from the sudden appearance of any one, she resumed the reading of Mr. ’ ‘How could he when he didn’t even handle it himself? Went off, I told you, and left it all to me. It’s not a bit of good pretending there’s any Higher Truth or wonderful principle in this business. She is like some character out of Phra the Phoenician: she's been buried for thirty years and just been excavated. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort. ‘His granddaughter?’ ‘Yes, his son’s daughter. The vicomte has, he say, enough femmes in his hands. On the contrary, he was a universal favourite, and numbered amongst his intimate acquaintances the choicest spirits of the time,—Pope, Swift, Arbuthnot, and "all the better brothers. We must take the children—of any race—if we would teach knowledge. He seemed to be about to move toward her. “I can’t endure it,” she said. CHAPTER XIII.
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