" The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. “I do not lay claim,” he continued, “to any remarkable amount of insight, but it is possible, is it not, that I have stumbled upon your present cause of distress. Lucy’s solos were exquisite in their precision and expression. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. Wood.
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