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"See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. " "Fine! I'll be wanting a guide. “We’ve never known anyone who can play like you, Lucy. ‘She knows them. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. “Lucy, where is your callous? All violinists have calluses on their necks and hands from playing. " "I hope such a thing never will happen again, my dear," observed Wood, mildly, "but, when it does, it will be time to consider what course we ought to pursue. I’d to go to Remenham House as well, and show Pottiswick your letter of authorisation. From the first I could see that neither believed my story.
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