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’ ‘I know,’ he said, smiling. ” She said, searching for her brassiere under his bed. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. "Forgive me—oh, forgive me!" "Forgive you—bless you!" she gasped. \" Lucy replied. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect.
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