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‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey. \" Lucy replied. The monster, Wild, when he visited my dungeon last night, told me, to add to my misery, that she occupied a cell near me. Her aunt was blandly amiable above a certain tremulous undertow, and talked as if to a caller about the alarming spread of marigolds that summer at the end of the garden, a sort of Yellow Peril to all the smaller hardy annuals, while her father brought some papers to table and presented himself as preoccupied with them. He addressed her by that title, and something in the tone disturbed her.
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