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"Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. The service began. “Tiffany’s?” He looked at her comically. " He stuffed the printed chintz into her arms and smiled into her eyes. Behind Mrs. Cathy stood in the bedroom hallway in her faded blue bathrobe. I did not know what I was saying.
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