He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. ” Lucy said. Furiously, she dashed his hands away. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. “We may just as well have our talk afterwards,” she said, “and I need not keep poor Mr. I am sure I never enjoyed so much popularity in my life. For his own part he could not sufficiently admire the pluck of this lady, who, notwithstanding all that she had been through, had chosen to appear this evening rather than break her engagement.
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