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. I don’t love you. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. The performance over, he relaxed and closed his eyes. It has become a part of the order of my life. You are your own Heaven and your own Hell, Lucy. You told me just now that you wished to speak a few words to me in private, concerning Thames Darrell, and for that purpose I have left my father below with Mr. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair.
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