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The lad looked alarmed. Lucy inhaled deeply. As to this little fellow, in spite of the Dutchman, who, in my opinion, is more of a Jacobite than a conjurer, and more of a knave than either, he shall never mount a horse foaled by an acorn, if I can help it. She didn’t trust Gianfrancesco, you know, she called him a ‘bad husband’. “Sort of man who can see no further than his nose,” he remarked contemptuously.
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