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'Good gracious, Arthur,--I should say Mr Clennaet up here and how ever to get down again without

a fire-escape and Mr F's Aunt slipping through the steps and bruised

all over and you in the machinery and foundry way too only think, and

never told us!' Thus, Flora, out of breath Meanwhile, Mr F's Aunt rubbed her esteelared

'Most unkind never to have coh

naturally it was not to be expected that there should be any attraction

at our house and you were ed, that's pretty

certain, and is she fair or dark blue eyes or black I wonder, not that

I expect that she should be anything but a perfect contrast to me in all

particulars for I aht to be devoted no doubt though what I aracious!'

By this ti-house As

Flora dropped into hers, she bestowed the old look upon him

'And to think of Doyce and Clennahtful hter, now