These were so outside her experience that she found it possible to thrust them almost out of sight by saying they would be “all right” in confident tones to herself. She paused for a moment. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. “Tut, tut!” he said. I'll try to fill in the gaps. To be ill and helpless. Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery.
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