‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. ’ ‘You mean the one that you refused to feed?’ demanded Gerald, seizing this promising cue and adopting a mournful note. ’ ‘I shall stop him,’ declared the old lady furiously. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother.
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