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“Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. They were on their way back home, or so she had thought. It was maddening to be made to feel that he was in any way the inferior of this cool, self-possessed young woman, whose eyes seemed for a moment to scintillate with scorn. Mr. The thing is, Miss Charvill —’ ‘He told you my name?’ cut in Melusine, surprised. I speak no harm of her. I don’t care WHAT happens. Everything was very neat; it had evidently been straightened up and kept for her. On examining his pockets, he found about twenty guineas in gold, and some silver.
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