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’ ‘No, sister, I know that, but—’ ‘You needn’t tell me. ‘But what will happen to Lucia? Are we to kill her?’ ‘Of course not. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. He has got Blueskin with him. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. He described her privately to himself as a splendid girl. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness.
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