It’s—Mrs. She had flung away from her father’s support with the finest assumption of personal independence. He entered it; crossed the room, in which there was only a small truckle-bed, over which he stumbled; opened another door and gained the stair-head. ’ ‘But what of justice?’ asked Lucilla, evidently dazed.
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