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‘You don’t mean to say she’s here?’ ‘Was,’ Gerald corrected. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. Please to let me go there. She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. Miss Moffatt, the history and moral instruction mistress, was particularly explicit upon this score, and they all agreed in indicating contempt and pity for girls whose minds ran on such matters, and who betrayed it in their conversation or dress or bearing.
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