" "What proof have you that I am?"—was the return bolt. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described. Submission to the inevitable carried her through the circumstances of her appearance before the magistrate. Lucy was charmed; how peaceful the baby looked. But it does not sound as if the girl that wears the name resembles either of her parents.
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