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Whether it was the terrible death of her father or the effects of the hateful marriage into which she had been forced, poor Lucy never held up her head again, but pined away and died within a month.
She looked pale and unlike herself, and she was attired in the queer, outgrown frock whose shortness showed so much thin black leg.
Something in her voice made Miss Bartlett repeat her question, intoning it more vigorously.
If he had thought himself a good swimmer, he now saw his mistake and every bit of remaining pride was torn to tatters.
