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Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books. “I liked him, and I never undeceived him. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. Chairs were overturned.
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