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Her straight strawberry
blonde hair was exactly Cathy’s. Uttering a faint scream, she sank backwards,
and would have fallen, if it had not been for the interposition of Blueskin, who,
at that moment, staggered into the room with a candle in one hand, and the bottle
in the other. I seed he was one,—and a sharp un, too,—at a
glance. They were childless and servantless, and they had
reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts. —Strype's Stow. . ‘Pitiful. I
declare I'm almost afraid to go to the door. ’
‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. He was disappointed when Intermission arrived.
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