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"Whose death? Isabella's or Mrs. Dallas'?" "Not Dido. Oh!" cried Isabella, in a tone of anguish, "it was my mother." "Well then, she rebuked him thoroughly for his variable though severe criticisms, and stated, with some emotion, that the Board should be enlightened as to his unfitness, through his captious temper, for the delicate task of nourishing the tender sensibilities of the budding artist.".
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Mrs. Dallas looked uneasily at her medical attendant. Patricia felt rather ashamed of Elinor's lack of response to what she considered Doris' loyal support, and she broke out gratefully, "You'll tell them all, won't you? They'll soon understand if you tell them!" "I know, I know!" broke in Dido, impatiently. "But dat not to do wid me. De poison in your debble-stick." "It's that air of real hard study that makes it so good," said Elinor, twirling the stool to catch every view of the figure. "I don't know how you managed to get it so well.".
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