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The Ragged Edge. In a voice husky with suppressed despair, she answered. ” She stopped abruptly, afraid that Ramage might be able to infer Capes from the things she had said, and indeed his face was very eager. Her mother tried to soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her forehead ached. "I love you like a son, and will follow you like a dog. ” She stopped. "Mercy on us! what have I said!" cried the attendant, greatly alarmed by the agitation of her mistress; "do sit down, your ladyship, while I run for the ratifia and rosa solis. The few pence left in her purse would only provide a very scanty lunch. I never let her read stories, or have pets, dolls. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. I can’t explain—” They regarded one another, each blinded to the other. Jack turned away with an aching heart.
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