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Spare me yet a little while, Father! not for my own sake,
but for the sake of this poor babe. ’ There was satisfaction in Melusine’s voice. This was his sister, evidently in the last extremity. She visited the corner that had been her own
little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed
into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered
that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she
had been wont to read her secret letters. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a
prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. You say that you only love Captain Darrell as a brother—"
"Mr. “I MUST speak to you,” he said. He
is delightful, is he not?’
‘That will do, Lucilla. Austin, or any
man of similar dimensions, would have found wholly impossible.
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