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“I suppose you’re like the rest of them. “Next door,” said a spectacled young person of seventeen or eighteen, with an impatient indication of the direction. You truly are your mother’s, Lucia. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. Until that was done a certain experience of life assured him that a girl is a locked coldness against a man’s approach.
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