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them, you may see they are so many couple of lovers—all but Yates and Mrs. Grant—and between ourselves she, poor woman! must want a lover as much as any one of them. A desperate dull life her's must be with the doctor," making a sly face as he spoke towards the chair of the latter, who proving, however, to be close at his elbow, made so instantaneous a change of expression and subject necessary, as Fanny, in spite of every thing, could hardly help laughing at.—"A strange business this in America, Dr. Grant!—What is your opinion?—I always come to you to know what I am to think of public matters."
"My dear Tom," cried his Aunt soon afterwards, "as you are not dancing, I dare say you will have no objection to join us in a rubber; shall you?"—then, leaving her seat, and coming to him to enforce the proposal, added in a whisper—"We want to make a table for Mrs. Rushworth, you know.—Your Mother
