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"Aunt," cried my lady, tossing Mr. Steele's _Tatler_ to the other end of the cushioned settee and yawning prodigiously, "Aunt Lucinda, 'tis high time I had you married again!"
"What, wench, what? " exclaimed the diminutive Duchess, opening drowsy eyes. "Married, d'ye say?"