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Lucy went hunting on a Thursday night. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. I know not who you are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you an injustice. The hansom drove off. ‘Don’t dare address me by such a title.
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