Her straight strawberry blonde hair was exactly Cathy’s. “Were you ever in love, aunt?” she asked. “I cannot say more. “Quite right,” she said. ” He saw her into the train at Waterloo, and stood, a tall, grave figure, with hat upraised, as the carriage moved forward slowly and hid him. There was no sense in creating further difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity. " The clock tinkled ten. Lucy replied, \"My hair has a mind of its own. ‘Oh, peste.
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