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This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. Then a light seemed to break in upon him. The door leading to the front of the house was stealthily opening. He wanted to know what the joke against him was—if any. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. That dress is thirty years old, if a day. ’ ‘How do you know?’ Lucilla repeated, almost as sceptical as her intended spouse.
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