He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. ’ Then she whisked from the room, hearing Lucilla utter a delighted squeal as she closed the door behind her. “Never mind, old chap,” he declared. Five minutes ago, his butler had entered the green saloon, an austere apartment, with dark forest-green wallpaper flocked with a swirling design, and heavy mahogany furniture. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. Anna jumped into a waiting hansom.
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