" "But I've got to go!" insisted Rollo, in perfectly understandable dog-talk. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. It was a shame that they had made such a fuss, she thought as he arrived. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. These thoughts, however, came to a broken end. We were alike. Here they were regaled with another plentiful meal by the hospitable carpenter, who personally superintended the repast.
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