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"I suppose you do," she continued dejectedly. "We-ll," he returned, his sharp eyes resting on the pointed firs, "from the rosy-cloud altitude, of course, of course." "Then you don't like her?" cried Sylvia hopefully. "Of course I do," returned the lawyer hastily. "Most certainly. A very fine woman; a capable woman in every way."