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"My Dear," said Mrs. Butler, one morning at the breakfast table, ten / days later, as she looked up from her letters to the vision of blonde / loveliness opposite, "here is a note from Mr. Durand -- the American / gentleman we met, you remember. He is in Paris, and wishes to call."
"That is pleasant news," Dolores answered, smiling, "and I hope you will / forward our united permission and compliments by return mail."