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I shall count it a privilege. But here I am to draw upon. Lucy simply added her own good night, even though a significant part of her wanted to call Cathy mother, she refrained. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase, surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope and Dumas, cheek by jowl. "I've just recollected that my husband left a key with me, which he charged me to give you when I could find an opportunity.
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