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“Can’t you believe me? I am Meysey Hill. It must have been impossible to see me through that much rain. Her knees were trembling, her whole frame was shaken with sobs. ‘Is he meeting you here then, my dear?’ ‘He had better,’ said Lucilla. All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart. ‘You see, it is that I am a female, and you all are men. Old saltwater was right. She was a swan among geese, trying to look plain and dowdy. She had not even endorsed it.
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