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“Perhaps for me,” she added, with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings. They are our food, Lucia, nothing more. But the father, to go his way forever alone! The iron in the man!—the iron in this child of his! Wanting a little love, a caress now and then. ‘Is he meeting you here then, my dear?’ ‘He had better,’ said Lucilla.
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