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‘But what of justice?’ asked Lucilla, evidently dazed. The sun was setting, casting long
dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of
one in particular. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the
crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going
back into the Avenue again. Give me that picture, or I'll
make you!"
"Hear me," said Thames, calmly; "you well know you're no match for me. Practically all. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. ”
They stared at each other through a pause, and both faces were flushed and
obstinate.
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