‘But this is not to my blame, grandpére. Manning, in an earnest voice, and waved his hand to the alley of mauve and purple. The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. ‘The whole town is talking.
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