He moved to one side, bowing and gesturing to the door. Not at all. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. If the young ladies were dowerless, which seemed likely, their attire at least—so Lucilla assured him in a whisper—was of the first stare. Gentlemen,—Mr.
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