" "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. ” “It is very nice of you,” Anna said softly. She was to be handed over with her dowry of three thousand Florins, plus her pet bird, six chickens, her mother’s fine linens, a small book of poetry. I've sent for the priest.
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