Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. You seemed, he thought, to have some grievance which you would not explain and which he thought must arise from a misunderstanding. Lucy was silent. She flushed with desire and happiness, her husband had returned to her and all would be aright. It’s just upon my lunch-time.
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