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I do not think I could forgive you, Miss Vinrace, if you broke my Oliver," she said, firmly taking the bottle out of Rachel's hands and replacing it in the cupboard.
Rachel was swinging the bottle by the neck.

She was interested by Miss Allan to the point of forgetting the bottle.
"Well," she exclaimed, "I do think that odd; to have had a friend for twenty-six years, and a bottle, and--to have made all those journeys." "Not at all; I call it the reverse of odd," Miss Allan replied.

"I always consider myself the most ordinary person I know.