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April 17, 2025

The woman called again, "No, no; do not go on; come now and wrestle once with me." He tries to persuade himself that there is nothing strange or uncommon in calling upon Wednesday to inquire with anxious solicitude about the health of a young woman whom he had seen happy and robust on Tuesday. But the trial is not successful, and he is almost on the point of flinging up the argument and going home again, when his eye lights upon a fern small but rare, and very beautiful, that growing on a high rock far above him, overhangs the stream. "I think your Aunt Anastasia was very good to them," says the duchess..

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May 4, 2025

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May 24, 2025

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