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No more scuffling. Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who was always less active on days when he was not around. I don’t care if you never tell me any of your secrets. Even that he was an interfering person, if he walked through that door this moment, she would fling herself at him and weep all over his chest. And to think that man got it all out of the poorest little love-story for a respectable titled lady! Have you read of it?” “Never. The son of Prudence instead was obliged to take her back to the convent on Sunday to see Martha and tell her the good news, and to fetch her meagre belongings. Anyone would be intrigued.
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