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‘Quite wrong, monsieur. "I must go. Deuce take it! I was very near spelling my name with one P. “I was lonely. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. I am no use for a clerk, because I do not understand shorthand. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. It suited him to dampen the spirits of any who sought to impose upon him, as these relics of the loathed family of Valade seemed like to do. Manning might go on now idealizing her as much as he liked. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. ‘You do not believe me?’ ‘I do not. It was not a long prayer. She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance.
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