’ ‘Well, I do now,’ Lucilla said firmly, and turned back to Melusine. “I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said. . Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. ’ He held out his hand to help the girl descend. What was it she had expected? Surely her moods were getting a little out of hand. The worthy carpenter was restored to instant good humour by a glance from his helpmate; and, notwithstanding the infliction he had just endured, he would have quarrelled with any one who had endeavoured to persuade him that he was not the happiest of men, and Mrs.
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