"Let us sit here," she said, indicating the white sand bordering the lagoon; "and in a minute or two you will see something quite wonderful. You are different, Lucia, undamaged even after what you have been through, still pure of heart. ‘The general himself?’ ‘How shall I get my inheritance if the general will believe that pig?’ ‘Do wish you wouldn’t keep on calling him a pig,’ Martha begged. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. He addressed her by that title, and something in the tone disturbed her. . He breathed heavily, as though he had been running. on. She had now the clear and tranquil expression of one whose mind is made up.
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