Magic quotes Harry Potter

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Mrs. Dallas appeared to be horrified by the recital. Every now and then she cast a look of terror at Dido, while passing her handkerchief over her white lips. When the major concluded she could only shake her head and stammer a few words.,"And Dido!",There was a murmur of assent and Elinor rose quickly.,"She hated Maurice, and she did not want him to marry Miss Dallas.","Yes; I can see that. Uncle Jen, and it is for that reason I want to marry Isabella, and take her away before her mind is degraded further by that old fury.","What is your name?" she asked, in a high, squeaking voice that Patricia failed to recognize.,"Yes, to see you," she replied, with a serious face. "In order to talk with you about my last visit--on that terrible night.","Now, Molly, don't be jealous just because old Wade has taken her out driving behind the greys after kissing your hand under the lilacs yesterday, which, fortunately, nobody saw but little me! I'm not sore, why should you be? Aren't you happy with me?","Did you hear any noise?","Listen to him!" exclaimed Patricia, gayly. "He's been abroad for months in all sorts of grandeur, and he pretends——",It was Friday morning, and the three girls were the last in the dining-room. The sun was slanting brightly in over the table and fell across the pile of letters with a prophetic shimmer, making the little red and green patches of the stamps flame into gay prominence.,I withered him with a look, or rather tried to wither him, for Tom is no mimosa bud..