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“Delightful,' Eliza murmured. 'He looks so well against the scarlet hangings, don't you agree, Jane? One should always have a decorative young man about the room, and well-bred if one may contrive it; it lends so much tone to the display.”

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Book:Jane and the Barque of Frailty
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