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The prisoner was then thrust in by Quilt. You’re mine. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. Somebody may be on the watch—perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew. He taught her how to read and write in Latin and Greek, often rewarding her for her efforts with a flower or a trinket.
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