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"I guess you are the daughter of John Ferrier," he remarked, "I saw you ride down from his house.
"You go down to the others," said Lucy; "Charlotte and I will give Mr. Emerson all he wants.
Mr. Beebe smiled as Miss Alan plunged into an anecdote which he knew she would be unable to finish in the presence of a gentleman.
I understand that you belittle all sentiments of generosity and kindliness, but I do not, and I can convince your most doughty warrior that these characteristics are not incompatible with an ability to fight."
