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Or I should have made love to you long ago. And in the vestry was the sword of monsieur le major. I picked up her handkerchief on the floor. He would know the truth then once and for all. Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping.
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