‘Pray you, mademoiselle, can you not—’ ‘No use trying to enlist Lucilla’s aid,’ snapped Roding. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. ‘Trespasses,’ supplied Gerald. There was nothing left now of the selfassured, prosperous man of affairs.
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