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"She did, and entertained me with an unceasing catechism as to
Lionel's whereabouts, his deeds past and present; seems to fear his
cousin, Judith Trevalyon; in fact, plainly shows her old predilection,
is as aforetime, alive in her breast; is anxious to know how we became
so intimate with him; whether he goes to Haughton Hall; whither the
woman your uncle has married has invited her; says she does not leave
Rome until the middle of January; wants to know if we shall be there
for the Twelfth-night ball; wonders if Lionel will retire for a
fashionable six weeks' mourning. Says there is a rumour that he is
engaged to half a dozen women, and has a wife and children somewhere;
is crazy (to use her own expression) to know if you are, as report
says, engaged to Del Castello, etc., etc., and asked me point-blank,
if I like dear Mrs. Haughton."
"What a whirl the brain of the slender waist Duchess must be in, and
what a bore she was to you; so she also goes to Haughton. Fancy uncle
on one side, and Major Delrose, the Rose Cottage people, Mrs.
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