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Elinor was more cordial to Miss Green's solemn and indignant protest against the powers that be. The stout monitor had so much genuine good feeling that the sincerity of her wrath could not be doubted. "Where do you live?" was the next question, to which Elinor again replied good-naturedly. "Maurice! Maurice!" interrupted the girl, wildly. "Take me to the dead chamber.".
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