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Lucia had never been so happy, so content. Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. “You know what a fearful old prig Ferringhall is, always goes about as though the whole world were watching him? We tried to show him around Paris, but he wouldn’t have any of it. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. ‘Something wrong, madame?’ Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. ‘And I suppose I shall be obliged to endure another nonsensical tale about your husband. “He dissembles,” he said. Suppose—suppose a girl did want to start in life, start in life for herself—” She looked him frankly in the eyes. You have watched all the uncouth creations of my brain come sprawling out upon the canvas, and besides, we have been companions. In this spy theory, however, he had no faith whatsoever.
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