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"I don't think he would leave me, even if I could part with him," observed Mrs. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. “But, my dear!” said Ann Veronica’s aunt. Earles would permit. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. Yesterday!—who cared? To-morrow!—who knew? "Porpoise," she said, touching his hand.
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