“I heard the other day that she’d been
taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris,
personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. Stanley had never thought out. Lucy was filled with happiness, it was
her third Christmas at the Becks. It was precisely two o'clock on the morning of Whit-monday, the 25th of May
1724, when the remarkable escape before detailed was completed: and, though it
wanted full two hours to daybreak, the glimmer of a waning moon prevented it
from being totally dark. Foolish compliments were tossed about like confetti. It’s the poor dears who do, who
know they will, know they can’t keep it up, who need to clutch at way-side
flowers.
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