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“Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin
me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?”
He got up and began to pace the room. ‘Signed by a priest at Le Havre, so it
must be true. The room was papered with green, large-patterned
paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other
chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz,
which also supplied the window-curtain. "Sign this," he said, pushing the document towards Sir Rowland. It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was
gently stealing over the face of the country. A world of haystacks, bean-stacks, and strawricks flanked the granges adjoining his habitation; the yard was crowded with
poultry, pigeons were feeding at his feet, cattle were being driven towards the
stall, horses led to the stable, a large mastiff was rattling his chain, and stalking
majestically in front of his kennel, while a number of farming-men were passing
and repassing about their various occupations. It was a hoax, it was the
only thing possible, until she heard Cathy say, “Let me
hold those for you.
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