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You're an angel of goodness. "You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. You want industry—you want steadiness. I saw him ride away with that other fellow. He seemed to stay away from her because she was so cold and formal towards him, addressing him as Mister McCloskey as if she were an Irish maid. He has a heart that is easily broken.
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