“You are making your dress?” “Such as it is. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. Gave me a purse, and told me to take both of ’em up to Harwich and put them on a packet for Holland. I shall like to think of it—whenever I feel dull.
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