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Lucy found solace in the lack of sunshine, but the November cold was over the top, even for Illinois. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. The pause lengthened, and he had the satisfaction of seeing despair melt the set mockery of Spurlock's mouth. Maggot. "Not that I know of," replied the carpenter, who had in some degree recovered his confidence. It seemed at first the most beautiful afternoon of all time to her, and perhaps the thrill of her excitement did add a distinctive and culminating keenness to the day. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. “You little wretch!” she exclaimed weakly. They walked side by side for a time. “It seems to me it comes to earning one’s living in the long run,” said Ann Veronica, coloring faintly. Lucy knocked again.
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