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With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. If only sometimes he would grow angry at her, impatient! But his tender courtesy was unfailing; and under this would be the abiding bitterness of having mistaken gratitude for love. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. ” Obediently, Lucy placed the stone upon the mausoleum.
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