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Then it was that Croaker, gripping the glasses in one black claw, burst into a cry of joyful recognition. "What is to be done? What is to be done?" cried Miss Acton. Lucy looked at her father with an expression of surprise that vanished from her fine dramatic eyes in an instant..
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