“Mr. Her head dipped deeply into the current, and she narrowly escaped being swamped. ” Lucy commented, dismayed. " "Who is he?" asked Thames impatiently. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. Kneebone, are these your French noblemen?" "Don't upbraid me!" rejoined the woollen-draper.
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