"Lost no time on the road—eh!—I didn't expect you till to-morrow at the earliest. His eyebrows arched, knotting in the middle. “Of course it is okay!” Cathy’s voice rose in volume and in pitch. Jonathan nodded assent. Did he like freaks? She opened her black umbrella, her giant sun deflector. If the young ladies were dowerless, which seemed likely, their attire at least—so Lucilla assured him in a whisper—was of the first stare. Her sleepless night had left her languid but not stupefied, and for an hour or so the work distracted her altogether from her troubles. “David,” she said, “you are not a coward, are you?” “I do not know,” he muttered.
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