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"Hear me!" cried Thames, bursting into tears. “You mustn’t say anything more to your mother, Michelle. " Ruth had read from page to page in "The Child's Garden of Verse," generally unfamiliar to the admirers of Stevenson. ” “Why did you tell me? I thought—I thought we were going to be friends. He has helped me out of scrapes though, no end of times. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels.
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