Look at me. I am yours for the making over. You are alone in the world, you have no one save yourself to consider. I dare say it will be chattered about for weeks. It warms me, and lights me, and fills my world with flowers. ‘You do not know how I am like my mother. Only him big hoss padlock—noting else. Like carpenter, like chips.
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