Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. You see me here, an admitted failure in the object to which I have devoted two years of my life. "His name, I say!—his name!" thundered the knight. She had not gone by the name Lucy during those years but instead had called herself “Mary Lucia Iovelli”. Your aunt and I have discussed all this matter. And an Englishman, which is my right of birth. And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon the floor. "Impossible!" echoed Wild, with a fearful imprecation. He jumped back, cursing.
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