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Lady Laurisdale shrugged her shoulders carelessly. Her lightness and gaiety had returned.
"Not a very amusing topic of conversation, is it?" she asked. "Fancy talking about revenge on a day like this! Cecil, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. Mr. Sairson, will you do a 'ghost' for me to paste in my album? Your signature ought to make a very apparent and robust apparition."