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“Anna!” he exclaimed hoarsely. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. ‘—and what do I do? Well, we know what I do. I am an old friend, and I declined to be shelved. “I will not rob you of your coffee, most dutiful of sisters!” she exclaimed. The aunt rushed over to her nephew, knelt and wrapped him in her arms. She spoke slowly. Slash and cut as much as you please. Under the somewhat trying incandescent light her cheeks pleaded guilty to a recent use of the powder puff.
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