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182 She got up also, still incapable of honesty.

"You quite leave out the fact that I adore Edgar," she said. "I think you believe I am heartless. Is that it?"

"Tinkle, tinkle," said Madge.

Lucia felt a little displeased.

"Well then, I hope I shall always tinkle, tinkle," she said. "It is gay, anyhow."