’ ‘Who is that?’ demanded Lucilla eagerly. Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently—judging from his attire—of high rank, whose proud and patrician features certainly presented a very striking resemblance to his own. . “I am perfectly certain that that man meant to be rude to me. The inn was a military haunt. She took it up in her many-ringed hands and read it judicially. Because here was the haven for which she had been blindly groping: the positive abolition of all her father's rights in her—the right to drag her back. “My God!” he said again. Presently. ‘You see, I had another reason for visiting your grandfather.
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