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It was a purse. ” “You are not a coward,” she repeated, “or you would not be my friend. Her father held some printed document in his hand, and appeared not to observe her entry. I saw the metal box a hundred times, but I never thought of opening it until the day I fled. She crooked her finger. “Those things are not for me just at present. As a rule their comings and goings were discussed with perfect confidence, but on this occasion they both felt that there was intent in her silence as to her destination. " As he said this, in a low and mournful, but firm voice, the tears gathered thickly in Winifred's dark eyelashes. "Here, Poll, help me!" Thus exhorted, Mrs. I know in Paris you pinched and scraped that your sister might have the dresses and entertainments she desired.
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