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“Lucy, that is so sad. Come every day to see you was flourishing. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. Tears sprang to her eyes. ” She said, ignoring the absurdity of her own statement. The nuns, they were very good with a whip.
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