‘When she lies outright, she thinks about it. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. Standing over the pierced Rhea, Lucy bayed, a long cry that was half-scream and half-howl. Lucy was sent reeling into a stone wall, which she hit with a great thud. It was precious for two reasons: it was the photograph of her beautiful mother whom she could not remember, and it would identify her to the aunt in Hartford. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword.
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