"Ho, no," replied Jack. He too looked at the girl, slackened his pace and looked at her again through his eye-glasses, looked over his shoulder after he had passed, and finally came to a dead stop. ‘Is he meeting you here then, my dear?’ ‘He had better,’ said Lucilla. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. .
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