G. He remembered also, all at once, the very first words he had heard her speak: “I was not born to this. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. Then pain entered their depths. Lucy went hunting on a Thursday night. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. To work then he went, and with wonderful industry filed off two of the iron bars. I am used, you understand, to guard my secret.
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