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🎮 Fleda winced. "I've told you what I believe about that. She'll make scenes and conditions; she'll worry him. But she'll hold him fast; she'll never give him up." "On the occasion, at papa's, that Mrs. Brigstock told you of, and one day, since then, down at Maggie's."!

🏆 "Well, if she calls you names." Mrs. Brigstock received this question as if it were not to be unguardedly answered; upon which Owen intervened with pale irrelevance: "I wrote to Mona this morning of Miss Vetch's being in town; but of course the letter hadn't arrived when you left home."!

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