The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. “My darling!” he said, clasping her resolutely in his arms, “my dearest!” “Mr. Having ascertained that Thames was at his heels, he hurried with his ghastly burthen down Seacoal Lane. ‘Did she call you that?’ asked Lucilla, amused. If you had arrived ten minutes later, or if there hadn't been an iron bar in the chimney, that hindered my progress, I should have been beyond your reach.
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