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” Sir John’s head bent lower and lower. I admired your chivalry. ’ Lady Bicknacre, resplendent in purple satin, and basking in her triumphantly full rooms—for it was obvious that her patronage of the refugees had set a quickly to be followed fashion—was all sorrow and sympathy when Gerald spoke of them. Within ten minutes he had read much more than had greeted his eye. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. ’ Lucilla burst into laughter and clapped her hands. ’ ‘That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. I can smell you. "It's better," observed Sheppard, meaningly.
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