“My dear sweet Lucia. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. She would not let her move. I have a good memory, you perceive, Sir Rowland. Between herself and yonder evil mind she had the strongest buckler God could give—love. John said nothing.
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