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We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. So far, however, was this submission from producing the desired effect, that it seemed only to lend additional fuel to her displeasure. Lucy thought of a song that she had not been able to get out of her head since the Fifties. "He hears me not! he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I shall never see him again!" When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief.
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