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Miss Nelly. The best amongst us has as little taste for being thwarted as the worst. He has, faith! We all think our own way the only one that has any common sense. Mine, is that of a diver: I seek always for what is hidden. What is obvious soon surfeits me. If this demoiselle had named herself, I should never have thought of her again; but now, I'm all agog to find her out."
"Why does she not say who she is at once?" cried Mrs. Maple. "I give nothing to people that I know nothing of; and what had she to do in France? Why don't she tell us that?"
"Can such a skin, and such a garb, be worth so much breath?" demanded Ireton, taking up a news paper.
Harleigh enquired of Mrs. Ireton, whether she had succeeded in her purposed search, of a young woman to replace the domestic whom she had left in France, and to attend her till she arrived at her house in town.
