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"My friends, Mr. What was his problem, she thought to herself. The night was now advancing, and the party began to think of separating. Partly, from your confessor; partly, from other sources. They got to go home and eat Campbell’s Chicken Soup. Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently—judging from his attire—of high rank, whose proud and patrician features certainly presented a very striking resemblance to his own. Henceforth Ruth would closely observe her fellow women and note the hang of their skirts.
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