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" "Well, if they send you to prison, I'll be outside when they let you go. "I told you I would call to bid you farewell, Mr. Stood on his dignity and shut us up in great style. "No prize shall indushe me to enter dat horrid plashe again. She turned off the light and approached the window. Giles's was lined with spectators. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. "It's a fine idea, my child, but you mustn't do it. “You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged.
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