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Mrs. Poole, said she, addressing Grace, the servants¡¯ dinner will soon be ready: will you come down?
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We have a chaise, ma¡¯am, a very handsome chaise.
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I am hot, Ad?le, with stooping! She went on sketching; I went on thinking.
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Are you up? asked the voice I expected to hear, viz., my master¡¯s.
The divining party again laid their heads together: apparently they could not agree about the word or syllable the scene illustrated. Colonel Dent, their spokesman, demanded the tableau of the whole; whereupon the curtain again descended.
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St. John called me to his side to read; in attempting to do this my voice failed me: words were lost in sobs. He and I were the only occupants of the parlour: Diana was practising her music in the drawing-room, Mary was gardening?it was a very fine May day, clear, sunny, and breezy. My companion expressed no surprise at this emotion, nor did he question me as to its cause; he only said?
How long shall we be before we get there?
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I live at the lodge: the old porter has left.
Monitors, fetch the supper-trays!
Don¡¯t take them off, I cried; I will not stir.
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