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and another; but Eleanor had a little the sense of being to that lady an object of observation, and drew into a corner or into the shade as .
be five hunderd, with my rheumatiz an' yer weak heart," Abraham had growled when Angy first proposed the plan as the only dignified solutio .
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ade Eleanor very lovely. There was a shy, blushing grace about her the last day or two of the voyage which touched all she did; indeed Mrs. .
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