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"
Oh
,
really
?
And
the
furniture
,
the
carpets
?
"
"
Mine
,
from
my
grandmother
.
"
"
Oh
,
really
?
My
dear
Fiona
,
you
've
come
down
in
the
world
,
have
n't
you
?
"
Fee
never
lost
her
temper
,
so
she
did
n't
now
,
but
her
thin
lips
got
thinner
.
"
I
do
n't
think
so
,
Mary
.
I
have
a
good
man
;
you
ought
to
know
that
.
"
"
But
penniless
.
What
was
your
maiden
name
?
"
"
Armstrong
.
"
"
Oh
,
really
?
Not
the
Roderick
Armstrong
Armstrongs
?
"
"
He
's
my
oldest
brother
.
His
namesake
was
my
great-grandfather
.
"
Mary
Carson
rose
,
flapping
her
picture
hat
at
the
flies
,
which
were
not
respecters
of
person
.
"
Well
,
you
're
better
born
than
the
Clearys
are
,
even
if
I
do
say
so
myself
.
Did
you
love
Paddy
enough
to
give
all
that
up
?
"
"
My
reasons
for
what
I
do
,
"
said
Fee
levelly
,
"
are
my
business
,
Mary
,
not
yours
.
I
do
not
discuss
my
husband
,
even
with
his
sister
.
"
