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” Lucy said, frowning. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. Her eyes where glassy and shining. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. “I have come from a very unfashionable quarter,” she said, “and I do not think that I have been inside a milliner’s shop for a year.
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