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“Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. “I do hope I have been able to make you understand how I feel, that you don’t consider me a hopeless prig. " "What's the meaning of all this?" demanded Sir Cecil. He succeeded so well that by the time he asked for her name once more, she fluttered her lashes as coquettishly as ever. " He laughed and pushed back his chair. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. Women are hypocrites to the last—true only to themselves. It was not until the morning of the fifth day that the constant vigil was broken.
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