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"Certainly, when I can find him. Where is he now?" "Tie, nonsense; marrying is roping in with ball and chain, to my mind. And a week between a man and a woman in their cradles gets to be fifteen years between them and their graves. Well, I must go home now to see that Sally cooks up a few of Mr. Johnson's crotchets for supper." And she began to hurry away. "He is honest. Honest!" cried Jen. "I'll stake my existence upon that.".
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