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"What will you do ?" she heard herself asking, and could scarcely believe the voice belonged to her.
"Do?
Why, if my theory be right--and I hope I've convinced you--I see no use in meddling.

The girl is respectably married.

It will cause her quite unnecessary trouble if we rip this affair open again.

Her husband will have just ground for complaint, and it might--I need not point out--be a little awkward, eh ?" For the first time in her life Dorothea regarded her brother with something like contempt.