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But if I painted her as I'd like to, the natives would instantly distrust me; and I'd have to build up confidence all over again. ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen. "Humph!" exclaimed Jonathan, doubtfully. This was not exactly what the woollen-draper desired. S. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters.
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