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Her mother tried to soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her forehead ached. Indeed it was apparent, from the likeness between them, that they were nearly related. She HAD cried, Ann Veronica knew. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. This done, Edgeworth Bess, who watched her opportunity, slipped out of the Lodge. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. " "Where did he get it?" inquired Wood, in surprise. "I do," replied Thames, in the same tone; "we haven't a moment to lose.
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