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‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. A row of magnificent, and even then venerable, elms threw their broad arms over this pleasant spot. "I had one," answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one still.
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