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ING-ROOM
It was a house on the north side of Hyde Park, between ten and
eleven in the evening, and several intelligent and courteous people
had assembled there to enjoy themselves as far as it was possible to
do so in a neutral way--all carefully keeping every variety of
feeling in a state of solution, in spite of any attempt such
feelings made from time to time to crystallize on interesting
subjects in hand.
'Neigh, who is that charming woman with her head built up in a novel
way even for hair architecture--the one with her back towards us?'
said a man whose coat fitted doubtfully to a friend whose coat
fitted well.
'Just going to ask for the same information,' said Mr. Neigh,
determining the very longest hair in his beard to an infinitesimal
nicety by drawing its lower portion through his fingers. 'I have
quite forgotten--cannot keep people's names in my head at all; nor
could my father either--nor any of my family--a very odd thing. But
my old friend Mrs. Napper knows for certain.' And he turned to one
of a small group of middle-aged persons near, who, instead of
skimming the surface of things in general, like the rest of the
company, were going into the very depths of them.
'O--that is the celebrated Mrs. Petherwin, the yilai：
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