“What were you trying to do?” Lucy asked. Wood, who had recovered her good humour, quitted the room she bestowed a hearty embrace on Thames, and she told him laughingly, that she would "defer all she had to propose to him until to-morrow. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. What does it matter? I am not a pauper, Annabel. Blue Ruin will do the job nicely. She turned off the light and approached the window. Further on, there were impressions of bloody footsteps along the floor.
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