"How d'ye do, Mrs. Rodney? Is Lady Rodney at home? I hope so," says Mrs. Carson, a fat, florid, smiling, impossible person of fifty.,
"Are you going no farther?" asks Rodney, hoping sincerely she will say "No." She does say it.,
"I don't think I understand you," she says, at length, gravely. "Where would the rest of her be, if she wasn't all in the same place?".
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