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"Leave us, Mrs. Her mother tried to
soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the
fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia
could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her
forehead ached. The end of the world seemed at
hand. “But if you had?” she said. I would have heard her. "Poor thing!" muttered he, as the widow departed on
her errand, "she's seen better days and better circumstances than she'll ever see
again, I'm sure. A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking
up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. She flailed against the
doctor’s grip but after what seemed an eternity of kicking
and flailing, amazingly, he had not seemed weakened in
the slightest by her resistance. ’
‘But me orders, sir? Are we to—’
‘Gad, but that’s her,’ interrupted Roding suddenly. "But
if it is thy will to take me from him," she continued, as soon as her emotion
permitted her,—"if he must be left an orphan amid strangers, implant, I beseech
thee, a mother's feelings in some other bosom, and raise up a friend, who shall be
to him what I would have been. “I can’t imagine what has come over you,” said her aunt. “Lucy, do you forgive me?”
She looked at him in earnest.
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