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Lucy was sent reeling into a stone wall, which she hit with a great thud. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. But anything is better than this. Wood, popping her head through the window. It isn’t pretty, but we’re made so. With this she now entered. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. "Has any one been here?" he asked. God knows how you did it.
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