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           ”Itwasseeingbluehydrangeasthatmadeherthinkofhimandtheolddays—SallySeton,ofcourse!ItwasSallySeton—thelastpersonintheworldonewouldhaveexpectedtomarryarichmanandliveinalargehousenearManchester,thewild,thedaring,theromanticSally!

           Butofallthatancientlot,Clarissa’sfriends—Whitbreads,Kinderleys,Cunninghams,Kinloch-Jones’s—Sallywasprobablythebest.Shetriedtogetholdofthingsbytherightendanyhow.ShesawthroughHughWhitbreadanyhow—theadmirableHugh—whenClarissaandtherestwereathisfeet.

           “TheWhitbreads?”hecouldhearhersaying.“WhoaretheWhitbreads?Coalmerchants.Respectabletradespeople.”

           Hughshedetestedforsomereason.Hethoughtofnothingbuthisownappearance,shesaid.HeoughttohavebeenaDuke.HewouldbecertaintomarryoneoftheRoyalPrincesses.AndofcourseHughhadthemostextraordinary,themostnatural,themostsublimerespectfortheBritisharistocracyofanyhumanbeinghehadevercomeacross.EvenClarissahadtoownthat.Oh,buthewassuchadear,sounselfish,gaveupshootingtopleasehisoldmother—rememberedhisaunts’birthdays,andsoon.

           Sally,todoherjustice,sawthroughallthat.