"I alone am to blame. “You have not feeling enough. “How did you hear that?” Lucy’s brows knitted. The latter has, since, been induced to unite herself to Sir Cecil, on terms originating with her brother, and which, however strange and unprecedented, were acquiesced in by the suitor. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. I was stupid—stupid and impulsive beyond measure to burst upon you in this way. She could tell that he was furious in that instant.
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