His voice propelled her to cry even harder, so hard that she began to laugh behind her tears. "Hear me," he cried, restraining himself with difficulty. "As it's getting late, and the porter may be gone to bed," he observed; "I'll take the pass-key, and let myself in. ’ Lucilla frowned. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins.
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