\" Lucy felt her face go hot, but at the same time raised her eyebrows, relaying a tacit acknowledgement of her own distressed appearance. Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal. “That is as you will,” she said. " "Bring him here,—let me see him—let me embrace him—let me be assured that he is safe, and I am yours. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. There was no need to be afraid for me. It must have cut him. The windows were small, and strongly grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church.
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