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One of your aunts died, I believe, and the other removed to London. It got on my nerves—the women I saw. When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room, The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb; The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground, But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found. Flowers, theatre boxes, carriages, the “open sesame” to the whole world of pleasure. He wisely refrained from questioning the manager of the Victoria. “Your teeth are chattering! I’ll make you some hot chocolate!” Cathy cried.
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