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\"Carry your books for you?\" He asked. . It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. The terrors and anxieties of the last few months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream, dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. I thought that I was marrying Meysey Hill, not that creature. " "Others may, if you won't," muttered Jack, retiring. “You wish me to stay?” he asked, in a low tone.
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