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She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. Book. “What’s the objection?” “I suppose she ought to know?” said Gwen to her mother, trying to alter the key of the conversation.
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