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"Well, I was not quite myself, major, in the first place; and in the second I missed Dido!" "The lad was his rival." Patricia, noting the downy line that penciled the corners of her firm mouth, hesitated to put an inquiry that could be delicate enough to indicate the faint moustache without hurting Miss Jinny's feelings..
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