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The rest of his attire was nondescript. Lucy had just began to invoke a solace where John was concerned, doing her best to shelve him as not so special after all. Conscientious objectors to that process are not permitted, she found, in Canongate. "I heard his voice; but I saw them on the stairs, and durst not approach him, for fear of giving the alarm. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. “For Heaven’s sake, no,” she answered quickly. But this afternoon it discovered an unusual vein of irritability in her. "He does seem a very extraordinary person. But never mind that.
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