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The currants in Aunt Grenertsen’s garden were nothing to speak of, either. Awfully sour, small pinheads! The raspberries were small, too, but at any rate, they were sweet. “Who is going to invite me?” inquired Jeremias. For a maid whom love happy would render..
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