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” “Bring her—here,” Hill muttered. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. Never glance sideways at man. She did not learn the kind of looks she had been bestowing upon him at a convent. ’ ‘By all means,’ agreed Lucy at once, and ignoring the automatic protest that issued from Roding’s lips, she threw a command over her shoulder as she turned to go. ” “I understand,” he said, doggedly. She yielded it without protest, as though unconsciously.
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