He’s terrible!” “Dad!” Lucy smiled at John. "I read those stories. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. No need to do such things. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. He has had brain fever since, and, as you say, I am more like what you were then than you yourself are now.
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