By the time I had recovered myself she had gone. "Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. "Enough," said Jack, recovering his composure. If the young ladies were dowerless, which seemed likely, their attire at least—so Lucilla assured him in a whisper—was of the first stare. It could not go on much longer, her luck. While she worked, Melusine worried over the problem of getting Jack home.
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