Open it. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. Without turning or looking in his direction she leaned forwards, her head supported upon her fingers, her elbows upon her knees. ’ He stopped suddenly, dismay creeping into his face. The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. I’m afraid I’m a terribly clumsy fellow. “You are so sweet, Lucy. If you were ten years younger, you'd have me wondering.
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