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Ramage,” she said, clinging to her one point, “I want to get out of this
horrible little room. I'm a slave to my word. When I carried you up here like a bride, that is the
way I wanted us to be, Mary Lucia. ’
‘Lucilla,’ gasped Hilary, his cheeks reddening with wrath. "Seize this oar," vociferated the waterman. Curses
light on the horse!" he added, seizing the bridle of his steed, who continued
snorting and shivering, as if still under the influence of some unaccountable
alarm; "what can ail him?"
"I know what ails him, your honour," rejoined the groom, riding up as he spoke;
"he's seen somethin' not o' this world. I'm no mollycoddle.
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