" "My coat, please. “What have you done?” 212 “It is your own fault, Lucia. He had not proceeded far when he was alarmed by the tramp of a horse, which seemed to be rapidly approaching, and he had scarcely time to leap the hedge and conceal himself behind a tree, when a tall man, enveloped in an ample cloak, with his hat pulled over his brows, rode by at full speed. “We will do Paris like the tourists, and thank God here comes dinner. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. And now her father said she must not go.
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