‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. ” Part 3 When Ann Veronica found herself in her father’s study that evening it seemed to her for a moment as though all the events of the past six months had been a dream. She whipped round suddenly, and discovered the woman wedged into the corner by the window, keeping out of the way. The benches running round the room, though fastened to the walls by iron clamps, had been forcibly wrenched off; while the table, which was similarly secured to the boards, was upset, and its contents—bottles, jugs, glasses, and bowls were broken and scattered about in all directions. “I couldn’t help it. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. ’ At that, a flush drenched her cheeks and she snatched her hand away. " "O Jack, dear, dear Jack!" cried Mrs.
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