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"If I was to tell you something now," said Mary Shaw, as she brushed Felise's hair one morning, "should you be very angry? " blushing scarlet all over her neck, and even partly up her forehead as she spoke.
"You've a sweetheart," said Felise, laughing at the blush which she saw reflected in the mirror. "I can see it in your face."