That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. Horribly skinny he was, and short too. Her hair touched water, becoming like the seaweed in its velvet slickness. The whole affair interested him deeply. “Oh! please don’t lose yourself in a wilderness of secondary considerations,” she said. Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. Wood was not particularly fortunate in his own matrimonial connections. "I am only fit for such as him. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield.
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