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Ella's eyes rested on her second sister with admiration scarcely less than that which her first glance at Madelene had aroused.
"At least," she thought to herself, for a moment throwing her prejudice and irritation aside, "at least I have no reason to be anything but _proud_ of my belongings. They are both beautiful."