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but kissing her. "Now tell me, who is this gentleman?" Eleanor was irritated; yet the assumption of authority, calm and proud as it was, h .
oped, and he suffered too. Eleanor could not help thinking he would have suffered less, as he certainly would have moped less, at home; and .
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