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Never! Perhaps some day, quite soon, she might regret that breakfast-room. She thought her niece very hard and very self-possessed and self-confident. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. The woollen-draper looked at his watch. Fas du tout. Earles scratched his chin for a moment thoughtfully. You must think it over. Her own pack was so light that she left it in the locker.
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