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She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. “When did you get home last night, Lucy?” Cathy interrogated through a yawn. He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. "No, Sir, it's quite possible—more than possible. ” She pressed her ear to the door.
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