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"Will you now sing us a song, Mr Lawrence?" exclaimed Captain Acton. On which Miss Acton screamed out: "What did I say? Are not my words true? To think of our beloved Lucy imprisoned in a ship! Sailed away with, never to be seen more perhaps, in the hands of—of—oh, what is to be done? What is to be done?" "Concerning the purported will of the eccentric Mr. Scroggie?" he ventured at length, his host having lapsed into silence. "Oh yes, sir; how could she be mistaken?"[Pg 361] answered Lucy. "How beautiful she looked as she came towards us!".