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She looked at him curiously. "I understand," she said. "Call as you please, beloved girl," he cried, "I will not stir till I am answered. As she hoisted her skirts near her waist, she thought ruefully of the last time she had worn such an elaborate gown, sometime near 1910 when petticoats were still considered hip everyday garb. Lonesomeness isn't my worry. The lady whose husband had been Mayor of Hartlepool looked at Anna and sniffed. ‘I must, for that the pig has already gone to monsieur le baron.
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