But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly. " "Won't you go?" cried Jack passionately. “We’ve never known anyone who can play like you, Lucy. This morning his entourage (as he jestingly called it) consisted of the girl, two spinsters (Prudence and Angelina Jedson), prim and doubtful of the world, and the young man who appeared to be considerably the worse for the alcohol he had consumed. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. Lucy wore it every day from then on. "Who? Jack!" exclaimed Jonathan.
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