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Why do you look so sad?” She opened her eyes wider and stifled her emotions. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. There was absolute quiet. The next morning came a compact letter from her father. His shouts for help were answered by roars of mockery and laughter. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed.
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