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Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. "Who are you?" inquired Mrs. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. She was a clever girl, the best of her year in the High School, and she made a valiant fight for Somerville or Newnham but her father had met and argued with a Somerville girl at a friend’s dinner-table and he thought that sort of thing unsexed a woman.
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