It was eleven o'clock. Let your father—if he chooses, leave all his wealth to his adopted son. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. Lucy arranged her hair as Michelle had taught her instead of combing it out. “Thank you.
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