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Lucy jammed her foot down onto Mark McCloskey’s forehead. She did not think for one moment what interpretation he might put upon the word “lover. Raven locks fell to her shoulders from under the feathered beaver hat, and curled away down her back. There are sentimental and traditional deferences and reverences, I know, between father and son; but that’s just exactly what prevents the development of an easy friendship. ” She repeated, as if she answered an objector: “A sort of blacklegging. "Hell's curses!" roared Jonathan.
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