But her mind was ruffled, and its mirror-like surface of satisfaction was not easily restored. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. " "My coat, please. What his head conceived his hand executed. It was painful to want him so much. He is delightful, is he not?’ ‘That will do, Lucilla. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. You are yet a child; and though you have strayed from the right path, a stronger hand than your own has led you thence.
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