“Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. A male voice, vibrant with terror, yelled out hoarsely. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before. . See paragraph 1. .
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