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Judith's face had been undergoing swift changes during this short speech, but now it cleared and a beatific expression shone upon it. "My dear Maurice, how can you possibly do that, when you refuse to tell my mother of our engagement?" "Why, what's that?" cried a voice, and all eyes were turned to the gaudy swaying globe. Before anyone could speak, Elinor gave another hard tug, tearing out the bottom of the lantern, and down came the shower of gay little gauze bags with their cargoes of bonbons, pell-mell on the heads of the crowd!.
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