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“White eyebrows child! What are you talkin’ about? Yer eyebrows are blacker nor that stove.” CHAPTER V THE FAIR ELLEN “Not many of us would, Mrs. Wopp,” remarked Mrs. Bliggins, a small fair woman with a round placid countenance. “What with cookin’, an’ washin’, an’ cleanin’, an’ buttermakin’, an’ hundreds of other things, there’s not much time for fancy work.”.
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