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” She nodded. . ‘Did she call you that?’ asked Lucilla, amused. "My chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so," replied Shotbolt, with increased merriment. " "And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. “Well?” “I don’t care a rap for all these things. ” She disengaged herself from him and went out of the room with a grave, preoccupied expression.
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