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"I'm prudence personified. ” “I’ll wait, then. " While he was thus musing, he fancied he heard the lock tried. ’ ‘That’s fortunate,’ murmured Lucilla. “Do you want some of mine?” “Yes. “If only Sir John were not Sir John I would ask you to come and have some supper. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs. Moreoever, it had cost her a whipping and several days’ imprisonment in her cell on bread and water.
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