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"Yes, I know it now!" returns she, softly, yet with the gentle dignity that always belongs to her. Her lips quiver, but she draws herself up to her fullest height, and, throwing up her head, walks with a gait that is almost stately into the presence of the duchess. "He is a little difficult; but, on the whole, I think I like Sir Mark better than most men," says Violet, slowly. "A pretty name, too.".
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