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“Please let me drive you home. "It would be a thousand pities, wouldn't it, to put so promising a lad out of the way?" "Devil!" exclaimed the knight fiercely, "Give me the paper. "Stay, dear Thames!—stay!" cried the little girl. Cautiously stepping outside, he looked up towards the terrace. 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.
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