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For mercys sake whats the matter? Nothings the matter, except that Im going to be married in a month. Janey fell upon his neck and pressed him to her purple flannel breast. Oh Newland, how wonderful! Im so glad! But, dearest, why do you keep on laughing? Do hush, or youll wake Mamma. |
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