‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. As he crossed this chamber, his foot struck against something on the floor, which nearly threw him down, and stooping to examine the object, he found it was a key. She limited herself to eating once a fortnight, until she discovered that she could go without comfortably for a month. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart. You must live for me.
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