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"Wouldn't they?" says Rodney, leaning on his elbow as the argument waxes warmer; "then all I can say is, I never met any 'other people.'" "You insult me," says Dorothy, growing even whiter than she was before, "when you speak to me of—of——" A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,.
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Her coming is a thunderbolt, her speech lightning. Lady Rodney changes color, and is for once utterly disconcerted. She flushes, opens her lips as if to speak, and yet is dumb,—perhaps through excess of emotion. It doth so well become her.'" "Dear me! what a terribly unpleasant young man!" thinks Mona, at her wits' end to know what to say next. Tapping her fingers in a perplexed fashion on the table nearest her, she wonders when he will cease his exhaustive survey of the walls and give her an opportunity of leaving the room..
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