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Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. 1. “What’s that young lady’s name—girl in dark brown, stranger here?” Mr. Don’t you think that the shade of my hair is lovely?” “There is nothing particular the matter with the shade,” Anna answered, “but it is not nearly so becoming as before you touched it. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. “Your house is so huge. “Please don’t,” she said. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. S. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. She charged boldly into the space of Miss Miniver’s rhetorical pause. It is safe.
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