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"Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. "Who is it, Bess?" "How should I know?" replied Edgeworth Bess. They had asked her to come to the first of the two great annual Fadden Dances, the October one, and Ann Veronica had accepted with enthusiasm. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort. As she raised it, its lower portion fell apart into two baggy crimson masses. It dropped sideways and fell with a bang to the table. Let him have his honeymoon. Kneebone nodded. Wood.
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