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Lisbeth looked out into the garden, where the two stood together, Georgie blushing and smiling, as fresh and flower-like herself as any of Miss Clarissa's many blossoms, Hector talking to her eagerly, his eyes full of pleasure in her beauty and youth.
"Fond of her? " she said, abstractedly. "Who is not fond of her?"