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Over the little dinner (and here, again, the effects were wonderful) he told her she ought to marry--he was in a mood to pair off the whole world.

She had made the caramel custard with her own hands?
It was sinful to keep such gifts to herself.

He reflected with a throb of pride that Lily could trim her own hats--she had told him so the day of their walk at Bellomont.
He did not speak of Lily till after dinner.