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As she started, rearing up her head, a hand stole about her mouth and closed down hard. ” “So much the better,” Anna declared cheerfully. The Well Hole. CHAPTER XII. The woollen-draper looked at his watch. It simply doesn’t count. Always as black and bitter as gall. The response of her body was enough that she lazily opened her eyes.
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