“Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. His heir is dead, yes, and his name and title available to me. "So did I," answered Jack; "we had better move on.
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