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“You told me that your name was Meysey Hill. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. Lost in thought, Lucy barely heard Mrs. "For my part, I don't think you ever quite got over the accident you met with on the night of the Great Storm. He has a grand time. Good-bye. I don’t understand the workings of a gentleman’s mind. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence.
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