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"ARE you quite sure? " Mr. Forbes laid down his newspaper, and looked with slightly extended mouth at his daughter who leaned forward in an attitude of suppressed energy, her hands clasped on the edge of the breakfast-table. The heiress of many millions was not handsome: her features were large and her complexion dull; but she had the carriage and ‘air' of the New York girl of fashion, and wore a French morning-toilette which would have ameliorated a Gorgon.
"Quite sure, papa."