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Mr. Captain, said Marie, in a very small, sweet, almost infantile voice. It was frightened, yet with a certain coquetry in it. This small Hungarian girl had met with very few looks and words in her whole life which were not admiring. In spite of her poor estate she had the power of the eternal feminine, and she used it knowingly, but quite artlessly. She knew exactly how to speak to her
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Mr. Captain,
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Well, Marie?
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Mr. Captain,
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Well, Marie, said Carroll,
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Mine vages,