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“Next door,” said a spectacled young person of seventeen or eighteen, with an impatient indication of the direction. She is the image of what I was like, and she has a better voice. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. “So Lucy, I hear that you are quite the violin player. Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured. Oh, what’s his name? It’s on the tip of my tongue.
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