"As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. ’ ‘Get on, Hilary, do,’ begged Lucilla. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself. The perception of him flooded her being.
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