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“Your teeth are chattering! I’ll make you some hot chocolate!” Cathy cried. Melusine whirled. I proceeded to Manchester, to investigate the matter further, and when there ascertained, beyond a doubt, that you were the eldest daughter of Sir Montacute Trenchard. I need hardly say that your aunt joins with me very heartily in this request. Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. Lucy followed her.
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