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They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. Lucy blushed from toes to forehead, feeling her pace accelerate. She would never, never go back. She hunted the markets for bread and treats so they could feast during the day. "And now," said Thames, (for we must still preserve the name,) "you will no longer defer my happiness. There was more to be told, and this was as good a time as any.
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