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Still doubtful and embarrassed, Florence Heriton descended to the breakfast table on the following morning, resolved, by a closer observation of Mr. Aylwinne, to discover whether she had any reasonable grounds for the fancies that troubled her.
But the gentleman was not visible. Early as it was, he had gone to Kirton to fetch his wards; and Mrs. Wilson was so engrossed in the sundry preparations she thought it necessary to make for the comfort of these children that she kept jumping up and down every minute to give fresh orders, or rescind the last ones.