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CHAPTER XIX. "I should think very few people would deem it a trouble to serve you," she says, graciously. "And perhaps, after all, you don't much care about dancing." "Then thank you, and I shall go with you, if you will allow me," says Geoffrey, hurriedly, as he sees her disappearing..
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