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Horrible memories of things seen beneath the microscope of the baser forms of life crawled across her mind and set her shuddering with imagined irritations. She was too delicate, too fragile to survive out there. “Lady Ferringhall, sir. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from him. Wily little devil she is. The youth with the hair brushed back and the spectacled Scotchman joined in the fray for and against the women’s vote.
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