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Kitty had quite recovered her spirits, and when they stopped before her door she was in the full tide of some gay reminiscences, and she continued her animated recital until they reached her drawing-room.
There were a number of people present who seemed just to have left the bridge-tables and were still discussing the game.

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That'll be about it, the driver answered.