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"Swear that you will do this," she cried. Hill, Meysey Hill. But stand by and hear such things said about my late mistress’s daughter, I won’t. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. Lucy knocked again. I have come thirteen thousand miles for this young fellow; I'm ready to go galloping thirteen thousand more. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone.
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