"I fear not," replied Jack, despondingly. I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. “I am sorry,” she said, “if you find the likeness unsatisfactory. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. 102 When he took her out, he was proud of her. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. As Gosse pushed her around it, she felt his hold about her of necessity loosen slightly.
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