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"May I trust you?" cried Thames, eagerly. “How do you know—why do you think that my name is
Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. And so
—’
‘And so she was able to become my—’ Melusine did not say it, for wet-nurse
no longer seemed appropriate. But in the appendix of
the dictionary she had discovered magic names—Hugo, Dumas, Thackeray,
Hawthorne, Lytton. “Do you know him?”
Lucy replied, “No, I haven’t met him. On the walls were noticeboards bearing clusters of newspaper slips, three or four big posters of monster
meetings, one of which Ann Veronica had attended with Miss Miniver, and a
series of announcements in purple copying-ink, and in one corner was a pile of
banners. There’s a hansom coming round the
corner. She dared not say the word
aloud, not even to herself.
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