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“It’s precious unromantic. I went to her rooms to-night. The music throbbed into the warnings that preceded the king’s irruption. A furious attack was made on Jonathan, who, though he defended himself like a lion, was desperately wounded, and would inevitably have perished if he had not been protected by the guards, who were obliged to use both swords and fire-arms upon the mob in his defence. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. She crushed the letter in her hand.
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