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“Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. "What of that," rejoined Jonathan. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. “Maybe we could swing a scholarship to Boston College for you, you know, with your violin and all. But, Gerald, do you believe there is a secret passage indeed?’ ‘Well, we covered every inch of the house and grounds, and I swear she never left that room by way of the door.
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