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Jack Kimble nodded eagerly. Be frank, I beg you, Miss Pellissier. Others pulled hats over their noses, cowered in their seats, and feigned that all was right with the world. She made me over. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. Lucy found solace in the lack of sunshine, but the November cold was over the top, even for Illinois. In another minute, the tramp of horses' feet told that the perpetrators of the outrage had effected their escape. A cool gray light illuminated small portions of the stone floor.
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