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I said that I congratulated myself on having the honour to make hers, and that the happiness was mutual. ¡¡¡¡'Oh, my goodness, how polite we are!' exclaimed Miss Mowcher, making a preposterous attempt to cover her large face with her morsel of a hand. 'What a world of gammon and spinnage it is, though, ain't it!' ¡¡¡¡This was addressed confidentially to both of us, as the morsel of a hand came away from the face, and buried itself, arm and all, in the bag again. ¡¡¡¡'What do you mean, Miss Mowcher?' said Steerforth. ¡¡¡¡'Ha! ha! ha! What a refreshing set of humbugs we are, to be sure, ain't we, my sweet child?' replied that morsel of a woman,
oil painting feeling in the bag with her head on one side and her eye in the air. 'Look here!' taking something out. 'Scraps of the Russian Prince's nails. Prince Alphabet turned topsy-turvy, I call him, for his name's got all the letters in it, higgledy-piggledy.' ¡¡¡¡'The Russian Prince is a client of yours, is he?' said Steerforth.
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