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“Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. "Do you think I'm afeard of a beggarly thief-taker and his myrmidons? Not I. And for Suzanne and the vicomte, I am nothing. “Let me see,” she said to herself, trying to control a slight sinking of the heart, “I am going to take a room in a lodging-house because that is cheaper. The black clad students streamed slowly to their positions carrying their instruments like offerings to the pilgrimage. It’s so different from what one has been led to expect.
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