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"My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. "And there you're right, you may dipind, marm," observed Terence. Everybody, he felt, must be listening behind their papers. He's down in Patagonia somewhere. The vote is only the beginning, the necessary beginning. That for you!" And she snapped her fingers in his face. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice.
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