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It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings. Stanley coughed and faced toward the house. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway.
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