” He paused for a time. ‘You have no idea how dull the militia is compared to the Army. “How have you been lately, Lucy? You’ve been such a stranger. ’ ‘Mercy me,’ gasped the nun. The crown has passed from the brow of one monarch to that of another. There followed a silence which endured several minutes; or, rather a tableau. I came to the Beck’s house. She heard him crash against it, and turned the key in the lock.
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