The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. I’m not a lovesick boy. \"How's it going, Lucy?\" She turned. He was no longer in military uniform, and it was evident from his suit of brown brocade that he had been disturbed while preparing for an evening engagement. She looked at him curiously. ’ ‘The tables, they are turned, I think,’ she returned.
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