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 | | Meliora told all this to her favourite, Olive Rothesay, one day when they were busying themselves in gardening--an occupation wherein their tastes met, and which contributed no little to the affection and confidence that was gradually springing up between them. |
 | | Rothesay was gone out, Meliora came in to have a chat with her young favourite, and found poor Olive sitting by herself, quietly crying. |
 | | But even this was, as Meliora would have expressed it, "for the best;" since it made her feel the sweetness of having a tender mother to take off her dripping garments, and smooth her hair, and make her sit down before the bright fire. |
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