. "As yet," pursued the stranger, "Sir Montacute had placed no limit to his son's expenditure. \" It was a lie: Lucy ate one forced meal a day, supper. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many sounder heads than mine. After a while one began to talk. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. “You will have some tea?” she asked.
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