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"Pray do not give yourselves so much trouble on my account," says Lady Rodney, with intense but subdued indignation. "Well, I shall go and judge of Killarney myself some day," he says, idly. Breakfast is forgotten; the rolls and the toast and the kidneys are growing cold. Even her own special little square of home-made bread is losing its crispness and falling into a dejected state, which shows almost more than anything else could that Lady Rodney is very far gone indeed..
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"Of course I shall never receive her; that is out of the question, Violet: I could not support it." "Say so, if you do: it will be honester. If you don't," threateningly, "I shall of course think the contrary." "Very pretty indeed, and quite good taste and that. She's a Mrs. Lennox, and her husband is our master of the hounds. She is always quite correct in the matter of clothes." There is an awful reservation in her Grace's tone, which is quite lost upon Mona. "But she is by no means little in her own opinion, and in fact rather prides herself upon her—er—form generally," concludes the duchess, so far at a loss for a word as to be obliged to fall back upon slang. At this he would have drawn her into his arms, hoping her gayety may mean forgiveness and free absolution for all things said and done the day before; but she recoils from him..
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