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"He says," replied Mrs Headfort, glancing round her-"dear me, where is his letter? I would like to read it to you. I must have left it up-stairs."
"Never mind," said her sister, with a touch of impatience. Evelyn's belongings were rather apt to be left up-stairs or down-stairs, or anywhere, where their owner happened not to be at the moment. "Never mind about it, you can read it to me afterwards; just tell me the gist of it just now."