“Have you told anybody else?” Lucy asked. Apparently she was always doomed to weep when she talked to her father. And the woman who showed this room was tall, with an understanding eye and the quiet manner of the well-trained servant. ‘His granddaughter?’ ‘Yes, his son’s daughter. When she was quite sure that he was gone she took her sister’s note from the mantelpiece and slowly broke the seal. Throwing down the pencil, she snatched up a piece of India-rubber, and exclaiming,—"It isn't at all like him! it isn't half handsome enough!" was about to efface the sketch, when Thames darted into the room. Though encumbered by his irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified.
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