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He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. ‘To read and write, of course, and to sew. My foster mother, Sheila, insists that I go to St. Strewn across the bed was a multitude of jumbled garments.
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