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’ A strangled sob escaped her as his thumb dug cruelly into the soft flesh of her wrist. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Lucy asked. “Had he better have a nurse? I will be responsible for anything of that sort. ” He paused, with his eyes studying her gravely. Perhaps it was the recollection of those happy days. Who but you would have dreamed of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. See what crime does, Sir. “You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. His name is John. She saw nothing of their love-making, and came home from her boarding-school in a state of decently suppressed curiosity for Alice’s wedding.
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