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A wedding procession turned the corner. His suspicions at first fell upon you. And now I find, when it is too late,
that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. Sheppard, fixing her glazing
eyes upon him. Now it is—’
‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’
demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. “See you to-night, I suppose?”
He sauntered off. “Who the hell are you, Lucy?”
“Promise me you will never tell anyone. The sounds that reach the ear, and the objects
that meet the eye, are all calculated to awaken a train of sad and serious
contemplation.
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