Running to Gosse, she seized the portrait from his hand and lashed out, taking him off guard, so that he staggered back and fell against the card table. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. You truly are your mother’s, Lucia. She could hardly speak to me; she insisted relentlessly upon a separation. Or, if this goodlooking young fellow will only say the word, I'll go with him.
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