’ ‘But, Hilary—’ ‘Don’t you begin, Lucilla, for I won’t stand for it. I have brought disgrace upon you, and I haven’t been the right sort of wife at all. "Drink this," cried Jonathan, handing her the cup. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin.
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