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If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. Then he sensed the trap. ” He shook his head slowly, smiling mysteriously. I consented to become Mrs. He wanted to know what the joke against him was—if any. ‘That there governess didn’t like it, of course, me being the lodgekeeper’s girl, and Martha just a country wench like me.
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