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It’s—Mrs. "How?" cried her brother, starting. He will say who it was. Taking this for encouragement, her suitor proceeded still more extravagantly. While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive.
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