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There were three ladies in the roo at thefive minutes, they sos, but that each of them pretended not

to know that the others were toadies and hus: because the admission

that he or she did know it, would have

They all had a listless and dreary air of waiting somebody's pleasure,

and the idly to

repress a yawn This lady, whose name was Camilla, very much reminded

me of my sister, with the difference that she was older, and (as I found

when I caught sight of her) of a blunter cast of features Indeed, when

I knew her better I began to think it was a Mercy she had any features

at all, so very blank and high was the dead wall of her face

"Poor dear soul!" said this lady, with an abruptness of manner quite my

sister's "Nobody's enemy but his own!"

"It would be much entleman; "far more natural"

"Cousin Rayhbor"

"Sarah Pocket," returned Cousin Rayhbor, who is?"

Miss Pocket laughed, and Ca a yawn),