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“It is Rhea’s infant. I can't keep a good man beyond three pay-days. Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the table. Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round. After listening attentively for a short time without drawing breath, he became convinced that his apprehensions were groundless, and, greatly relieved, sat down upon the chair to rest himself and prepare for further efforts. I'll have no such toast drunk at my table!" "It's the king's birthday," urged the woollen draper. It's a mighty quare 'un, though.
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