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CHAPTER II.-2
"Put the dish on the frying-pan," said Magdalen; "and then turn the frying-pan over. That is what it means, I think." "Thank you kindly," said Mrs. Wragge, "I want to get it into my head; please say it again." Magdalen said it again. "And then turn the frying-pan over," repeated Mrs. Wragge, with a sudden burst of energy. "I've got it now! Oh, the lots of omelettes all frying together in my head; and all frying wrong! Much obliged, I'm sure. You've put me all right again: I'm only a little tired with talking. And then turn the frying-pan, then turn the frying-pan, then turn the frying-pan over. It sounds like poetry, don't it?" Her voice sank, and she drowsily closed her eyes. At the same moment the door of the room below opened, and the captain's mellifluous bass notes floated upstair
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