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Mrs. Dallas was a large, fat and eminently lazy woman, who passed most of her time in knitting or sleeping or eating. Her husband had died before she had come to England, and it was the desire to preserve her daughter's health which had brought her so far from the sun-baked islands which her soul loved. "Verses, too!" cried Margaret Howes. "Verses on every one of them. Read them aloud, everybody in turn. Hurry up and get them all together." Patricia could scarcely wait till Miss Leighton was out of earshot..
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"What are you going to do with that lovely old shawl she brought you, Elinor?" she asked, tossing the end of her long braid over her shoulder and yawning luxuriantly. "I'd like to make a party dress of that heavenly silk cloak I got, but it seems like cutting up one's own grandmother." Maurice, whose nerves were proof against such fantasies, laughed disbelievingly. "Mr. Maurice! God, sir, what does this mean?" he cried, aghast with sudden horror. "I forbid you to call Miss Dallas by that name," declared David, in an overbearing manner..
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