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"Comedy!" echoed Mrs. Dallas, in scorn. "You mean tragedy!" "What was it all about?" asked Patricia, much diverted by the picture of the mournful monitor facing the dreaded Board. "What did she say?" Mrs. Shelly, with a kindly good-night to Bruce, trotted after them, fumbling with her watch pocket..
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"Well, Dido can do nothing," said Maurice, in a jesting tone, "unless you want her to forbid the banns." Did any woman ever have a more lovely lover than that? I don't know how long I should have rocked him in the twilight if Dr. John's voice hadn't come across the hall in command. She laid down the little worn book just as the soft notes of the gong floated up from the lower hall. "She won't be patronizing Elinor after this," thought Patricia with a chuckle. "And Mr. Grantly has to swallow himself, too. He'll hate to have to eat humble pie to Bruce after all his din against Bruce's way of thinking. But they all like it, Mr. Lindley and the Halls and Mr. Spicer, too. Dear old Norn, how proud I am of you!".
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