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"My dear," said Lady Garnett, accepting a cup of tea from the hands of her niece, and regarding her at the same time, from her low cushioned chair, with a certain drollery, "do you know that it is exactly one week since Mr. Sylvester called?"
Mary Masters' head was bent a little over her long _Suede_ gloves -- they had just returned from their afternoon drive in the Park -- and she paused to remove her hat and veil before she replied.