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“But your school, my child! You must be educated; you—” As she thought how dear and kind Moses had been to her, bringing this wonderful plant and the shell purse, not forgetting the peppermint bulls’ eyes, she went to sleep with the conviction that she must be the happiest girl in the world. The “Lady of the Lake” was that moment deserted..
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