"Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. ’ ‘I’m afraid you are right. If he adhered to this policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of recollection. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window.
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