"Buck up! While there's life there's hope. The only persons in the Lodge were Mrs. ’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace. Warm reality was now so near her she could hear it beating in her ears. Lord bless you marm! we sees plenty on 'em in our purfession. Dear me, what a nuisance it is to have a pseudo husband shot down upon one from the skies. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. "I knew that would bring him to," thought Wild. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide.
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