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"Bess wouldn't bear a rival. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by
various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape
with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of
widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a
linsey-woolsey shawl. I don’t love you. She knew she was a monster and so did they. Mrs. "
"I'll excuse it nevertheless," returned the little damsel, affectionately extending
her hand to him. The day comes when you shall regret how you have
spoken to me. "
The doctor was in the middle fifties, gray and careworn, but with alert blue eyes
and a gentle mouth. ” He
adjusted his glasses on his nose. I could always
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tell right away whether my new foster home was going to
be good or bad. And, for one
expedition at least, we will go up this desolate valley here to Mattmark, and so
on to Monte Moro.
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