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“Lucy! Where is my daughter? Where have you. " "What proof have you that I am?"—was the return bolt. The little girl uttered no remonstrance; but, replacing the flowers in the basket, burst into tears, and withdrew. She could hardly remember his face except for his brown hair, thick lips, and narrow dark eyes. Once in, the constable's manner appeared totally changed.
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