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If I were to marry you now I should feel a dependent being all my life—a sort of parasitical creature without blood or muscle. \" She whirled around by instinct, frightening the boy who she had borrowed the pencil from. He not only failed in making any impression, but seemed to increase the difficulties, for after an hour's toil he had broken the nail and slightly bent the iron bar. She pushed the former and it opened. \"Lucy?\" He called her as she turned. The old-fashioned dress, with its series of ruffles and printed flowers, ballooned treacherously, revealing her well-turned leg in silk stockings, as it snapped against her body as a mould. Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. She shook her head, almost breaking a smile. "I've the Bridewell account to settle. ‘Don’t dare call her that to my face.
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