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I wish I could bring her down to earth , Mrs. Swan thought . What's wrong with going to the graveyard , I should like to know . “ I couldn't bring myself to grieve , " she went on . “ Poor man , he did suffer .
I wish I could bring her down to earth , Mrs. Swan thought . What's wrong with going to the graveyard , I should like to know . “ I couldn't bring myself to grieve , " she went on . “ Poor man , he did suffer .
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I'll believe in it when I see it , she thought , knowing the sort of woman Mrs. Butcher was . Yet she was wrong , for the very afternoon Mrs. Butcher came to the cottage with a great assortment of brightly coloured wool .
I'll believe in it when I see it , she thought , knowing the sort of woman Mrs. Butcher was . Yet she was wrong , for the very afternoon Mrs. Butcher came to the cottage with a great assortment of brightly coloured wool .
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He knows nothing about me , ' she thought , taking the photograph to the window so that she could see it better , She was alarmed at the way her heart began to leap and hammer , and she pressed her hand to her breast and whispered ...
He knows nothing about me , ' she thought , taking the photograph to the window so that she could see it better , She was alarmed at the way her heart began to leap and hammer , and she pressed her hand to her breast and whispered ...
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