Men and women are not established things; they’re experiments, all of them. "How?" cried her brother, starting. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. Crossing them, he ascended an eminence, which, from its singular shape, seems to have been the site of a Roman encampment, and which commands a magnificent prospect. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest.
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