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The nurse sent for him as soon as she saw that you were conscious. ’ You used to declare that you hated the name. The woman I wanted was another man's wife. But it was only six-thirty. "The poor young man!" she said. ’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. “But what can one do?” asked Ann Veronica. ‘Yes, dear Nan, a flirtation. Martin said “Hi” to her in the halls every day now, a sure sign of trouble. What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to reason! Ah! she stirs. “I will not rob you of your coffee, most dutiful of sisters!” she exclaimed. Dear me! if there isn't his knock. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. My mother, I'm sure, didn't intend to hurt your feelings.
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