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192 Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips. "Let me go first," said Blueskin; "the dogs know me. " "Dear mother, don't say so," returned Winifred. ’ ‘You would speak of the house?’ ‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it, she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she and me and Joan Pottiswick.
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