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‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. Money was not necessary; indeed, it would have embarrassed all concerned. I’m fine. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to make the best of his way to Saint Giles's. ” “You! Why, you have been an angel to her,” he exclaimed impatiently. CHAPTER XVII. — Am I to understand that you intend to plead guilty, Sir Rowland?" he added. ‘How could you possibly know it?’ ‘I know it,’ Lucilla told him frostily, ‘because Dorothée told me that Madame Valade went off with Gerald positively purring in her ear—which is a thing he never does—and came back with him looking like the cat after cream. ” “Come in out of the cold,” said Capes, and took her arm.
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