’ ‘What, even less delightful than Gerald?’ enquired Lucilla, her eyes dancing. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. ‘But I ain’t been idle, miss, I swear it. Wood, disdainfully.
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