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simpering, and winking at Juliet; "no, indeed, Mrs. Hart; you have not made a very good guess there! Has she, Miss Ellis? I don't think a man of quality, and a baronet, is very like a shop-man! Do you, Miss Ellis?"
This blundering simplicity of vanity was not lost upon Mrs. Hart. "O ho!" she cried, "you expect a baronet, do you, then, Miss Pierson? Why there were no less than two Baronets in the shop as I came through, just now; and there's one of them this minute crossing the way, and turning the corner."
"O Me! is he gone, then?" cried Fiora, looking out of the window. "O Me! what shall I do? O Miss Ellis! this is all your fault! And now, perhaps, he'll he so angry he'll never speak to me again! And if he don't, ten to one but it may break my heart! for that often happens when one's crossed in love. And if it does, I sha'n't thank you for it, I assure you! And it's just as likely as not!"
