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“Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. ” Lucy cried, drawing attention from the somber crowd. She was supposed to be reading at home, and after breakfast she strolled into the vegetable garden, and having taken up a position upon the staging of a disused greenhouse that had the double advantage of being hidden from the windows of the house and secure from the sudden appearance of any one, she resumed the reading of Mr. She stood on the mat instead, and looked down on him. Before proceeding to Wych Street, he called at the Lodge to see how matters were going on, and found Mrs. Then he stood up and repeated it again. The study seemed absolutely unaltered, there was still the same lamp with a little chip out of the shade, still the same gas fire, still the same bundle of blue and white papers, it seemed, with the same pink tape about them, at the elbow of the arm-chair, still the same father. In concealing himself behind the timber, Mr. You complain of a condition, but you leave the correction to someone else.
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