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Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. Such was the hubbub and tumult around him, that the carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood. The close-fitting round gown, if a little oldfashioned with its very narrow waist and wide skirts, was becoming on a full figure, and the low décolletage, unencumbered by any form of covering, exposed a good deal of bosom. And most of the others she had met had, she felt, the same steadfastness.
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