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by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik (Author)
Lord Gowrie turned quickly and looked at Lettice--rapturously, yet bashfully, as a youth looks at his first idol. Then he repeated his intention of departure, though in a tone less joyous than before. Lettice heard, without emotion, as it seemed, only that her two thin hands--she was a little creature, pale and slight--were pressed tightly together.