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The young creature in pink had a mother in green; and I rather think the latter separated us from motives of policy. Howbeit, there was a general breaking up of the party, while the remnants of the dinner were being put away; and I strolled off by myself among the trees, in a raging and remorseful state. I was debating whether I should pretend that I was not well, and fly - I don't know where - upon my gallant grey, when Dora and Miss Mills met me. ¡
'Mr. Copperfield,' said Miss Mills, 'you are dull.' ¡¡¡¡I begged her pardon. Not at all. ¡¡¡¡'And Dora,' said Miss Mills, 'YOU are dull.' ¡¡¡¡Oh dear no! Not in the least. ¡¡¡¡'Mr. Copperfield and Dora,' said Miss Mills, with an almost venerable air. 'Enough of this. Do not allow a trivial misunderstanding to wither the blossoms of sprin