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"I don't, but I know Lady Mary and Miss Blake always get their things from a woman called Manning." "I sha'n't want to see them, perhaps," says Mona, apologetically, "but how shall I avoid it?" "No, you won't," interrupts his brother, smiling. "Though I think the poor child has done her duty now. Let him pass. It is he should hate me, not I him." "Bless me, Nolly, you are not going to be ill, are you?" says Geoffrey. "Such a burst of eloquence is rare.".