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Lady Palsworthy was the widow of a knight who had won his spurs in the wholesale coal trade, she was of good seventeenth-century attorney blood, a county family, and distantly related to Aunt Mollie’s deceased curate. I thought that you were he. The fatal shower, from which he and his little charge escaped uninjured, had stricken his assailant and precipitated him into the boiling gulf. She heard this standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that astonished herself. The world into which she was so boldly venturing was going to be wonderful, but never so wonderful as the world within these paper covers. Meanwhile, the service proceeded; and the awful command, "Thou shalt not steal!" was solemnly uttered by the preacher, when Mrs.
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