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If he wished, he could even take this inheritance from her. \" Lucy winced. “You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. And she found herself able to do nothing of the sort. I don’t want you to be sad. She understood. From her stomacher, to which it was attached by a multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immense turnip-shaped watch, in a pinchbeck case. ‘You will not guess again?’ ‘No, no, I am quite out of ideas. Her eyes where glassy and shining.
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