Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. Wood's ear, whispered, "secret agents from France—you understand—friends to the cause—hem!" "I see,—persons of rank!" Mr. Deny me, if you please. ” “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, Lucy.
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