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"Oh," cried Jen, recalling Dido's denial, "she knows of that, does she?" "There oughtn't to be any for you," said Margaret Howes, impulsively laying her hand on Elinor's. "There isn't anything coming to you but plain every-day satisfaction in getting your rights." "What in the world did Hannah Ann write to you for?" queried Elinor absently. "She usually sends her weekly reports to me.".
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