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"I can, and will. Wood, and however he might dissent from the latter proposition, he did not deem it expedient to make any reply; and the orator proceeded with his harangue amid the general applause of the assemblage. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. What's that short for, Lucille?\" \"It is short for Lucia. She gazed steadily out of the window at that arc of glittering lights. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. ” She exhaled through her mouth and could not bring her eyes to meet his. But there was nothing in her bearing that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that possessed her. “Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders. "These are my terms, Sir Rowland," he added, taking a sheet of paper from his pocket, and pushing it towards the knight. " "Then it was not a dream!" ejaculated Sir Rowland in a hollow voice, and as if speaking to himself. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers.
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