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"Yes--no--yes. That is, I don't wish to see her. Ask her what she wants, David." Elinor merely shook her head gently, while Griffin stood in embarrassed silence. "So I hear; and he is in town, as Mr. Alymer told me to-night. But what are you going to do about the matter, major?".
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