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“Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. Kneebone assured her that he did say so; and, as a further proof of his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table. ‘Oh, my God, Melusine, what have I done?’ Melusine shook her head. Stanley determined to improve the occasion. McClintock could not browbeat him, storm as he might.
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