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To her satisfaction, the captain reddened a trifle. At times he was brilliant and masterful, talked round and over every one, and would have been domineering if he had not been extraordinarily kindly; at times he was almost monosyllabic, and defeated Miss Garvice’s most skilful attempts to draw him out. “Lucy!” He whispered into her ear beneath a dusty curtain cloud. It’s not fair to you. Satisfied that he had solved his difficulty, he proceeded to his room. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. Her shoulders began to ache.
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