"Well, Lady Trafford," he said, fixing a severe look upon her. “What a little brick!” he murmured. At length, I shall ascertain my name. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. Clotilde pried Fritz from Lucy’s left leg where he was clinging. A lucky escape.
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