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If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. ] "So much the better. Lucia confined herself to her quarters, wondering when they would flee to the country as so many other houses had done. I came to London to look for you, and somehow the figure I saw in my dreams had got mixed up with you. “Life—things—I don’t think her prospects now—Hopeful outlook.
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