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"What a crowd!" exclaimed Elinor, as they pushed their way to the cloak room. "I hope the floor won't be too full for dancing!","A fine fellow," interrupted Mr Fellowes. "How is he?",“Good hearts need no fairy wings,” Mrs. Bennett replied to Billy while she smiled at the little girl. “Jean told her mother about our May Nell, and Mrs. Hammond came over with a generous lot of outgrown things.”,There was a rustle of approval at her quiet tone and a stir as of the assembly breaking up, but again the leader motioned for silence.,“Me neither,” George endorsed.,A terrace runs all along one side of the house, which is exposed to view from the avenue. And here, with a gaunt but handsome greyhound beside her, stands a girl tall and slim, yet beautifully moulded. Her eyes are gray, yet might at certain moments be termed blue. Her mouth is large, but not unpleasing. Her hair is quite dark, and drawn back into a loose and artistic coil behind. She is clad in an impossible gown of sage green, that clings closely to her slight figure, nay, almost desperately, as though afraid to lose her.,Just here the whistle of bob-white sounded from a little distance along the trail.,He patted the horse's thin neck. "Come, ol' feller, I'll stuff you with good oats fer once," he promised.,"Dido," cried Mrs. Dallas, in a trembling voice, "is this true?","Can't. He might hear me.",Without further speech Mr Lawrence passed into his cabin.,"Better give them the run of the garden—alone, Mrs. Molly. No chance for them unless you do," he said laughingly, "or the buttons, either," he added under his breath so I could just hear it. I wish Mrs. Johnson could have heard how soft his voice lingered over that little half-sentence. She is so experienced she could have told me if it meant—but, of course, he isn't like other men!.