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He looked at her with a certain curiosity. Mrs. “I do mean that,” she declared. "Are you a poltroon, after all?" "That's it! I ought to have died that night!" "Or is there a taint of insanity in your family history? Alone and practically penniless like yourself! You weren't even stirred by gratitude. \"So, guess who just asked me to the Junior Prom?\" Lucy's eyes widened. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. The natural gaiety of the place seemed to have affected them both. I could not dream of loving you.
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