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"Jaggard, did you notice that negress of Mrs. Dallas' about the grounds, since five o'clock?" The soft chimes of the dinner gong began their melodious call before anyone could answer, and in the mad scramble to make themselves presentable in the shortest possible time, Hannah Ann's enthusiasms were forgotten. "Nor that, either.".
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