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"You think our sex has no feeling, I suppose, Sir," cried Mrs. ” “Do you still love him?” “Just the opposite. If you are outside the United States, check the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project Gutenberg-tm work. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. His light brown hair was almost crew cut short. She wished she could steal his smiles and keep them in a box, they had always been so precious. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six.
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