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She decided to leave after Prom. Her gown was minimalist compared to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on 134 brambles and twigs. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. She almost submitted to this ending of her adventure. “You are afraid,” she said, “that the young man who thinks that he is my husband has upset me. And, lastly, to the Seven Cities o' Refuge, in the New Mint.
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