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Lady Fanny partook of breakfast in bed next morning, and was sipping her hot chocolate when Léonie scratched on the door. My lady put up her hands to her pretty nightcap and patted her golden curls before she called "Come in!"
"Oh, 'tis you, child! Mercy, are you riding out so early?"