Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth. ” She turned and fitted the latchkey into the door. ” “May I put you in a hansom?” he asked, lifting his stick. He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. But what are you doing here?” “Old Père Runeval met me on your doorstep, and he would not let me go. Lucy sighed, finding it odd to switch roles as she had over the past weeks. “He was a friend of your sister’s, was he not?” “I never heard her mention his name,” she answered. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. ” He followed up a line of thought.
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