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"He mounted the carriage-box and drove off. It appears that there was no coachman." Patricia followed her into the big, clay-soiled, dusty room, clutching her new smooth wooden tools with nervous fingers. Mrs. Dallas was a large, fat and eminently lazy woman, who passed most of her time in knitting or sleeping or eating. Her husband had died before she had come to England, and it was the desire to preserve her daughter's health which had brought her so far from the sun-baked islands which her soul loved..
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Jen rose to leave the room, more wounded than he chose to confess. "Oh!" said the major, in a satirical tone. "You found it? Where?" Griffin it was, in the highest good humor and bursting with news. She did not wait to get out of her coat before she began to unbosom herself to them both, alternately addressing each in turn. "Stuff and nonsense, Judy!" she said, impatiently. "You've been soaking your brain in fiction till you can't see straight. Don't you meddle with Elinor's affairs unless she gives you permission. You'll only make her ridiculous.".
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