Wood's daughter,—to whom, I've heard tell, he was attached years ago,—was brought up, his courage forsook him altogether, and he trembled, and could scarcely stand. Hurry to me, I entreat you. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. F.
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