Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round. The knight and his followers crossed the threshold, leaving one of the torch-bearers behind them. That did not sound like the name the young man had offered in the tower of the water-clock. A loud buzz of curiosity circulated among the domestics; some of whom— especially the females—leaned forward to obtain a peep at the culprit. Silken open robes over full tiffany petticoats in a contrasting colour were, Lucy assured him, of the very latest Parisian design, cut by the finest French tailors. I had special ways of getting out of the basement without them noticing, and often I could smuggle a child or two out for 160 the day and they were never the wiser.
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