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“Yes, indeed, that’s a fine piece of work!” “Take great care of this—there is a good deal of money in it—and run down to Tellef’s grandmother with it at once. Say that it comes from Kingthorpe.” “We baked cookies at home yesterday,” he said suddenly..
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