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She decided not to ask him outright if he wished to make love to her. " "Well," said Sister Prudence, "remember, I tried to save you some future heartaches. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples.
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