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I’ve been wondering where she got her dogged will, and that hot-headed adventurous spirit, for it wasn’t from either Mary or Nicholas, that’s sure. " CHAPTER XVIII. ” Lucy blinked from the winter sunlight and reached behind herself to yank at her hood. One did not use pistols against a female. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service. Annabel entered. “So am I the jewel or the bug inside?” He smiled.
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