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” “John, do you remember me at all?” “Lucy?!” He cried in disbelief. He regretted now that in his idle hours he hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day. She had thought—What had she thought? That this dependence of women was but an illusion which needed only to be denied to vanish. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. The latter walked carelessly towards the hatch, and leaning his back against the place whence the spike had been removed, so as completely to hide it, continued smoking his pipe as coolly as if nothing had happened. With one or two exceptions, there were no pews; and, as the intercourse with London was then but slight, the seats were occupied almost exclusively by the villagers. Even now, during the recurring doubts of the future, the thought of the island was repellent.
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