” “I say,” she reflected, “you ARE rather the master, you know. net Transcribers Note: Obvious typesetter errors from the original corrected in this etext. Lucy was filled with happiness, it was her third Christmas at the Becks. Sheppard. I couldn’t rest or eat or sleep. I must tell somebody—and you would understand. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. Smith obeyed.
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