'Where's Miss Lucy

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ty of private speech with Mr
Rosely. Returning to Green Street just after eleven one morningafter a
protracted appointment in the City she was met by her personal maid
who did not scruple to read her a scold for having sallied forth alone on
what this severe critic apparently believed to have been an expedition
fraught with peril. 'And breakfast waiting for you this hour past You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login!' said
Miss Baggeridgerelieving her of her shawl and gloves. 'Nowyou sit
down this instantMiss Elinor! Traipsing all about the townand
knocking yourself up like you are You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login! What your poor mama would have
said I'm sure I don't know!'
Accustomed from her childhood to her henchwoman's stricturesMiss
Tresilian only saidas she removed her becoming hat of chip-straw:
'Where's Miss Lucy? I suppose she breakfasted an hour ago.'
'It's what anyone might
suppose of a young lady of quality' said Miss
Baggeridge grimly. 'Though why they shouldwith you setting her the
example you domiss
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'—you are sure you don't know You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login!' supplied Miss Tresilian.
Miss Baggeridge fixed her with a kindling eye. 'Well do I know it's not
my place to utter a wordmissand far be it from me to unclose my lips
on the subjectbut when it comes to a young yilai：
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