“Go down and rescue the rags of my reputation,” she said, smiling. ” “Then I am sure,” Sir John declared, “that I shall not ask you. ‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost. ’ ‘And you believe her?’ asked Lucilla, raising her brows. Already Cosette was her chosen friend. The idea of this sudden reluctance was elusive; the fact was evident but not the reason for it. Rummage, my boy, do.
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