“I say!” he said, without any movement. ’ ‘I have no game. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. ’ ‘That is what you think? Let us try!’ ‘Don’t be idiotic!’ She was backing from him, reaching through one of the slits she had carefully manufactured in her petticoat. Something he saw there made him feel for a moment ashamed. She ran 60 past it with melancholic dread towards the slope that led to the ocean. ’ ‘I swear to you, it is the exact truth,’ he protested. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago. Was he really awake? The arrival and departure of this strange father lacked the essential human touch to make it real. Then Ramage appeared with effusion, and ushered her into his inner apartment. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe.
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