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Her aunt was making herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. "Yes, my angel, to her—rest her soul! She extorted it from me, and bound me by a solemn oath to fulfil it. Don’t favour your father much, either, if it comes to that. They all balk because there aren't any petticoats. Gerald stayed him. His safety must be looked to.
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