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"And poor!" finished Etwald. It was Elinor's turn to raise misty eyes to the Messenger of the Ideal, and, like Judith, she was silent, busy with this thought. "Unexpected, Mr. Alymer!" smiled Etwald. "After my statement last night?".
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