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🏆 “I have been expecting every morning to find her gone,” said the girl. “I think she only waited to finish this.” She gently unfolded the fine lawn robe, and they saw the delicate insertion and the wonderful, embroidery. And the big German, again embracing the little Frenchman, had promised, and had sent his compliments to Madame.!

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