‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. My father thought the latter. I’m a man, and I know what I mean. She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend.
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