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"Ah!" says the duchess, feeling puzzled. "Then perhaps they don't dance in Ireland. "Mother, Violet has promised to marry me," he says abruptly. "Haven't you, Violet?" "How d'ye do, Mrs. Rodney? Is Lady Rodney at home? I hope so," says Mrs. Carson, a fat, florid, smiling, impossible person of fifty..
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