"Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into the box. How the deuce, though, am I going to account for her? People will be asking questions when they see her; and if I tell the truth, they'll start to snubbing her. ‘Stay, Saling!’ The butler halted, looking round enquiringly. There was no need of sowing suspicion when he wasn't really certain there were grounds for it.
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