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And so is your companion,—the convict Sheppard. That's the sort of fool your nephew is!" "Not even a good time!" said the aunt, whimsically, as she stuffed the bills into her reticule. "All right. He could not make good his hold. I wouldn't allow you to be honest even if you could be so,—which I doubt. She reminded him of his linnet, when he gave the bird the freedom of the house: it became filled with a wild gaiety which bordered on madness. “Oh dear, I’m not dressed. " Ruth had read from page to page in "The Child's Garden of Verse," generally unfamiliar to the admirers of Stevenson.
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