The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. \"Hi Missy, have you met Lucy Albert?\" Lucy contrived a smile. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. “You think that this is all. Still, his robust frame enabled him to hold out. Another picture slid across her vision.
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