Wood struck me a blow which made me a robber. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. The eminent painter had handsome, expressive features, an aquiline nose, and a good deal of dignity in his manner. . ’ ‘And you believe her?’ asked Lucilla, raising her brows. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings.
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