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The equipage entlemen upon the Jaquelin

porch fluttered fans and handkerchiefs; the Colonel, leaning from the

coach aved his hand; and the horseuests were gone; and though the remainder of the

afternoon was asof the Court and the great world, a breath of air that was not

colonial, had gone with the in their ypsy hat and the

exceeding thinness and fineness of her tucker; while to each of the

youngerface, a vision of

them to the sport of the afternoon, and

work stopped upon castles in Spain When a horse-race was on, a inia sufficed