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“My word holds,” she said. “I knew you wouldn’t mind. Footman or some such. I hardly see you anymore. ‘But what will happen to Lucia? Are we to kill her?’ ‘Of course not. I have broken from prison, and am come to save you. He would see this sister. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. His wife met him at the door, and into her hands he delivered his little charge. Was she interested in that young ass who was risking his bones over there in the city? They had come up on the same boat.
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