John looked at his feet bashfully. No doubt she was wondering what he had done in Charvill’s house and what he intended now. She rested her head upon his shoulder. Obeying some fine instinct, she had come to the prison in a dark veil, but she had pushed this up to kiss Ann Veronica and never drawn it down again. You truly are your mother’s, Lucia.
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