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"Well, who is she? " cried Mrs. Sam Hurst, too curious to think of the ordinary decorums. She had no bonnet on, but a light "cloud" of white wool over her cap, and her whole aspect was full of eagerness and excitement. "Why didn't you tell me you knew her? Who is she? I am dying to know."
"Who is -- who? " said Ursula, rather glad of the opportunity of being politely rude to Mrs. Sam Hurst before papa. "How is anyone to find out from the way you speak? She? who is she?"