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“They come,” ran the wiseacre’s comment; but their buzzing ceased, as again the gate swung back to suffer two ladies to peer forth. Ladies, in the truth, for the twain had little in common with the ogling village maids, and whispers were soon busy with them. “Look—his wife and her mother! How would you, Praxinœ, like to marry an Isthmionices?”