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” She glanced shyly at the mirror above her dressing-table, and then about her at the furniture, as though it might penetrate to the thoughts that peeped in her mind. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. She was a much lighter and more frivolous person, very charming and companionable—but with a difference—a great difference. The latter has, since, been induced to unite herself to Sir Cecil, on terms originating with her brother, and which, however strange and unprecedented, were acquiesced in by the suitor. “I wonder what happened. And, mind! no prevaricating—nothing but the truth will satisfy me. My reception at West Kensington you know of. From beginning to end it was first-hand stuff. Water I need. “But I am at singing-pitch.
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