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It was by all odds the gayest and most gala evening of the London season, and everyone was having a lovely timeeveryone, that is, but a certain young lady. Beautifully gowned, as pretty of face and form as any in the room, she sat in regal isolation, helplessly frozen in the icy formality of unapproachable rank, her eagerness to dance hidden under a fagade of gracious half smiles. At last, the only person in the'room able to do so decided on drastic action. Bearing down on a stag line of diffident...
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