216 “Please, get dressed. \" Lucy replied meekly. Detention would mean coming home late, which spelled distraction and trouble on the night of a kill. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. Jonathan threw open the street-door. Kneebone assured her that he did say so; and, as a further proof of his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table. I can’t stand it.
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