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The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. She quickened her pace, and so did he, talking at her slightly averted ear. She could accord her father with one grace: he was not in any manner a hypocrite. "Ay, indeed! And who may that be?" inquired his wife. It may bring us together again. Wood?" "With pleasure," replied the woollen-draper. A little Madeira seemed to recover her enough to resume the discussion. " He smiled at her as he smiled at death, cheerfully. Now the baby’s bright May eyes peered up at her intently.
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