Lucy tried not to make her cringe noticeable. "Can you not love him?" "Love him!" echoed the widow. She dismissed the idea of doing so. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes when they met, as he was tonight. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. And you talk like that! What the devil have you been up to, to land in this bog?" It was a cast at random. "You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously.
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