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"I shall be charmed," says Violet; "but what is a country dance? Will 'Sir Roger' do?" "It is quite an old story," goes on Nolly. "Oh, yes, lots of 'em," says Mr. Darling, who has come suddenly up beside them: "for instance, I don't believe I ever said it in all my life, either to myself or to any one else. Are you engaged, Mrs. Geoffrey? And if not, may I have this dance?".
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