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"He is gone!" cried Mrs. ‘It is nothing. . "Why do you ask?" rejoined the other haughtily. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. ” Annabel laughed gaily. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. Nevertheless it was overwhelming.
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