“Lucy, I have to talk to you. I will lay them all at your feet. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her ears. But she must not laugh. She sat in deep thought for a moment or two, and then nodding briskly, dipped the pen in the ink again and began to write. In some cases they were ground almost to powder; in others, driven deeply into the earth, as if discharged from a piece of ordnance. ” He smiled at the naiveté of her suggestion.
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