\" Lucy grinned, thinking of the dark gamey odors she had smelled emanating from a few of the less hygienic boys in school. I’ve got imagination. O'Higgins did not confide in me. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of himself. You'll live to hate chicken; and the man in you will rise up and demand strong drink.
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