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” He referred to a sheet of paper by his side. \"What's in there?\" Lucy asked. ” Lord, he was right! But softly now. It’s one of our conventional superstitions. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. Lucy knocked again. She struggled not to be afraid. He liked to be near me, he liked to be near any female, especially a young female. He had not proceeded far when he was alarmed by the tramp of a horse, which seemed to be rapidly approaching, and he had scarcely time to leap the hedge and conceal himself behind a tree, when a tall man, enveloped in an ample cloak, with his hat pulled over his brows, rode by at full speed. " Internally, it was divided by two long galleries, one over the other. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used.
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