Perhaps I may borrow yours one day?’ ‘Lucilla, you wretch,’ burst from the captain. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. He came as an agreeable diversion from an insoluble perplexity. He put an arm around her.
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