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Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery. But I'm not worrying about that. "Curse me, if I don't think all the world means to cross the Thames this fine night," observed Ben. She had never expected John capable of saying such things, of thinking such macabre ideas. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. Along the inner side was a wonderfully arranged series of displayed specimens that Russell himself had prepared. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. Lucy grabbed the hand cannon, stuffing it with powder, nearly missing a swing of the sword meant for her neck. No great lover of state or state costume at any time, he was generally, towards the close of an evening, completely in dishabille, and in this condition he now presented himself to his subjects. “I remember it very well indeed. He was a manly man, free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment.
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