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The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call him “Mangles!” “I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time. \"I'd like some popcorn. “That’s not working so well for you, is it?” She looked at him sheepishly, bringing a Kleenex out of her pocket to wipe away the excess. Probably the latter, for the thronging ballroom was insufferably hot. His sister followed. Then she looked at her aunt, and traced with a curious eye the careful arrangement of her hair, her sharp nose, the little drooping lines of mouth and chin and cheek. ‘Don’t tell me.
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