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"But you have nothing to sit on." "It is pretty, I think," she says. "The duke," with a grave look, "gave it to me just two years after my son was born." "I was thinking about this impending lawsuit," he stammers, uneasily. "You know of it, of course? Yet why should I be blamed?".
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