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Excerpt: ''I shall never get over it.' This is a phrase that has issued from the same lips very often before; and in general Lavinia Carew listens to it silently, in the impatient confidence that at her next visit to Mrs. Prince, that lady will have got over 'it' so completely as to have forgotten that 'it' ever existed. She is silent now, but from an opposite reason to that which has hitherto tied her tongue. In her opinion neither Mrs. Prince nor any other Mrs. or Miss could ever get over the 'it' in question 'And coming on this joyful day too-a day, I mean, that is so joyful to every one else in England-that would have been so joyful to us, but for this!' The speaker breaks off with a whimper 'The anniversary of Majuba Hill!' says Lavinia, with a fighting glint in a pair of uncommonly clear eyes, and uttering her ejaculation with none the less gusto for its being absolutely unoriginal, and shared by almost every pair of lips in Great and Greater Britain this triumphal day.'