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Lucia had never been so happy, so content. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. I told you, Sir Rowland," he added, turning to the knight, and chuckling, "the devil never deserts me. “Hotel Ritz,” he said mechanically to the coachman. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. She began at once a hasty readjustment of her hair, while Ramage parleyed with inaudible interrogations. Young and old were dressed in their gayest apparel; and it was evident from the smiles that lighted up every countenance, from the roguish looks of the younger swains, and the demure expression of several pretty rustic maidens, that a ceremony, which never fails to interest all classes,—a wedding,—was about to take place. She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened.
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