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"Nell, I believe you are nervous! You're not? Very well; then stand up and look me in the face, and say 'Mesopotamia' seven times!"
It was the night of the dinner party at the Hall, at which, as Dick put it, she was to be "on view" as the fiancée of my lord of Angleford, and Nell had come down to the little sitting room dressed and ready to start.