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Lucia watched in fascination as Isobella nodded at her, only three years older than she, nursing her son with a contented smile upon her face. Past her shot the little old lady in the bonnet, running incredibly fast, but otherwise still alertly respectable, and she was making a strange threatening sound as she ran, such as one would use in driving ducks out of a garden—“B-rr-r-r-r—!” and pawing with black-gloved hands. His arm closed in around her middle and she was caught. "Yes—what do you mean, Ma'am?" added Jack, staggering after her. His eyes were closed. And that’s why I’m at your service. They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive. That wasn’t even the worst thing.
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