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But no more of that. These were his mistresses, Poll Maggot and Edgeworth Bess. She was rash and ignorant, absolutely inexperienced. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. E. "Lend a hand with the ruffles, Blueskin!" he shouted, as that personage, who had just recovered from the stunning effects of the blow, contrived to pick himself up. "For my part, it's only what I expected of him," observed Mrs.
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