Lucy clasped her hands over her ears as it screamed. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. Heaven knows why! They don’t marry most of us off now until high up in the twenties. She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. For on reaching the second floor, a swishing sound came to Gerald’s ears, as of someone moving about. At length, at the end of a passage, next to the cell where Mrs. Dear me, what a difference it has made! No one would ever think that we were sisters.
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