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Katy oozed money from every pore of her being. Give me but leave to try. That is what they call these aristocratic refugees, the English. Knew something was up. I—listen. ” He sat like a man turned to stone. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. She drew in a deep breath of the sweet mountain air.
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