She spoke not; but Alfred could feel
The light hand and arm, that upon him reposedGeorge Du Maurier, from Lucile, by Owen Meredith, London, 1868.
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She spoke not; but Alfred could feel
The light hand and arm, that upon him reposedGeorge Du Maurier, from Lucile, by Owen Meredith, London, 1868.
(Source: archive.org)
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