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🎮 "The shilling's my shilling," said Mrs. Gereth. The man hesitated. "What can you call it, miss, if it ain't really saved?"!

🏆 "For you, but not for your eloquence. Do you understand what I mean by the difference?" Mrs. Gereth asked as she stood stirring her tea. "It's none of their business, is it?" was Owen's unexpected rejoinder. Fleda had already noted that no one so slow could ever have had such rapid transitions.!

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