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The eldest Miss Larkins knows officers. It is an awful thing to bear. I see them speaking to her in the street. I see them cross the way to meet her, when her bonnet she has a bright taste in bonnets is seen coming down the pavement, accompanied by her sisters bonnet. She laughs and talks, and seems to like it. I spend a good deal of my own spare time in walking up and down to meet her.