The both of them puttering about the tidy two-story house, Lucy would serve them both steaming cups of tea in the front parlor. “Stop this—this humbugging,” he explained. Her head rose. ” “How?” “Well—a little clumsily. It was a dull, foggy day, and the atmosphere was so thick and heavy, that, at eight o'clock, the curious who arrived near the prison could scarcely discern the tower of St. ‘Imbecile.
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