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you to be friends with us. One doesn't exchange yells with perfect strangers every day, does one?"
"Such happy fortune as mine certainly doesn't happen every day," said the youth, with a kind of formal gallantry not at all unpleasing. "Thank you a thousand times for your goodness," he said, taking the hand Jane offered. "And you," he said, offering his to Lucilla—and there was a gleam in his blue eyes that looked not exactly malicious, but a little elfish. Jane perceived that he had done full justice to Lucilla's reluctance.
