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"Be quiet! What a silly little fluttering dove it is, struggling like this, ruffling all your plumes, and making your face so red. But how it becomes you!" "Mr Saul Harrington, how dare you!" "Because I love you so, you little beauty. There-and there-and there!" The kisses were given in spite of the frightened looks and struggles; but at each kiss there was a faint cry of shame, dislike, and indignation mingled.