He returned, “Lucy, you knew I didn’t live anywhere
near you?”
“I was aware. Does this not disturb you?”
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“Of course it disturbs me. ‘And if he is dead I know not. If hate could kill, Ramage would have been
killed by a flash of hate. Poor young
lady! She trembled too, and was unable to give her evidence. Cathy rushed out from the kitchen, all smiles, with
Lucy behind her. She was retuning,
fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door
like milk. No matter. The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect
light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy
drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance,
but with a very shrewd aspect. That is what terrified her: the consciousness that nothing in her life would be
continuous, that she would no sooner form friendships (like the present) than
relentless fate would thrust her into a new circle.
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