“He wants me to have dinner at his parent’s house tonight,” still looking at a series of spots on the carpeting. ‘I don’t want to hurt you any more. "You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. Lucy pinned her hair off her neck and hoped it would make her to look decidedly older. I consented. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. In any event, I would not have let her escape me so easily.
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