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"The glass never sinks in that way, d'ye see, without a hurricane follerin', I've knowed it often do so in the West Injees. “Oh, you know,” she said. " The spinsters stared at her blankly. The young lady with whom I was dining last night was Miss Anna Pellissier. And she’s pluck to the backbone. "What is this?" she wanted to know. Lucy looked at her with a small measure of pity. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe.
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