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We dine at seven-thirty. Lucy felt her eyes misting up, turning traitor. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella. He—wanted to marry me. The hansom sped through the crowded streets.
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