‘Did she call you that?’ asked Lucilla, amused. “But I still think of my old foster brothers and sisters. 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. At length, he fell down on the road, fully expecting each moment would prove his last. Bring the link. Never mind.
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