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“It is nothing of any importance. Was he pleased?” “Calmly! He said—you won’t mind my telling you?” “Not a bit. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. Marry, come up! I'll show him what an injured wife can do. “I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the boy who wore his hair like Russell. I tell you what, Thames," he added, flinging himself carelessly into a chair, "I'd give my right hand,—and that's no light offer for a carpenter's 'prentice,—if that little minx were half as fond of me as she is of you.
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