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Doctor Thorne
by
Anthony Trollope

Part 6 out of 12

His sister and one of his cousins were in the room, but his aunt, who
was quite on the alert, soon got them out of it, and Frank and Miss
Dunstable were alone.

'So all our fun and all our laughter is come to an end,' said she,
starting the conversation. 'I don't understand how you feel, but for myself
I really am a little melancholy at the notion of parting;' and she looked
up at him with her laughing black eyes, as though she never had, and
never could have a care in the world.

'Melancholy! oh, yes; you look so,' said Frank, who really did feel
somewhat lackadaisically sentimental.

'But how thoroughly glad the countess must be that we are both going,'
continued she. 'I declare we have treated her most infamously. Ever
since we've been here we've had the amusement to ourselves. I've
sometimes thought she would turn me out of the house.'

'I wish with all my heart she had.'

'Oh, you cruel barbarian! why on earth should you desire that?'

'That I might acquire joined you in your exile. I hate Courcy Castle, and
shoul

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