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The Night-Cellar XVIII. He had scarcely entered the arch, when the indraught was so violent, and the noise of the wind so dreadful and astounding, that he almost determined to relinquish the undertaking. ” He said. You are much more like what I was then. Soon they came to treat Lucy almost as mother, pulling hard at her brown curls and laughing delightedly as they sprang back into their spiral shape. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly.
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