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Lisbeth gave him a sweeping little curtsy, and looked at him sweetly, with her immense, dense eyes.
"That was very nice, indeed, in you," she said, with a gravely obliged air. "Pray, take one of my pansies. " And selecting one from her bouquet, she held it out to him, and Hector Anstruthers, chancing to glance toward them at the moment, had the pleasure of seeing the charming bit of by-play.