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The plank hung over his head. But probably not the truth. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. Lucy entered the room. “I have made no arrangements as yet— none at all. It was so hopeless to put it to them.
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