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’ ‘Gosse,’ corrected Lucilla. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine. She was gone. She had no intention of fighting fair. [Illustration: Distinctive Pictures Corporation. A carpenter's daughter is no fit match for a peer of France. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. She had a feeling at his departure as of an immense cavity, of something enormously gone; she could not tell whether it was infinite regret or infinite relief. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude.
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