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No mother would have sent her daughter into the world with such a wardrobe. Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. ’ She spoke with difficulty, holding down the rising emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. The door was locked; but, with the bars of iron, it was speedily burst open. “Do you know why they are estranged?” Lucy asked. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. ” “I can’t be portentous, dear, when you’re about. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy.
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