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Patricia nodded approval. "Mother's handkerchief, Dido," explained Isabella, interrupting. "The one you bound round my head." "It was a little quiet," acknowledged Elinor, "but, at least, they were very pleasant about it. They all agreed that it was the cleverest thing that had been done in that line.".
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