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"Do not take her away yet,—not yet," he says, in a faint whisper. Sir Nicholas is quite pleased. There is a sort of unconscious flattery in the gravity of her tone and expression that amuses almost as much as it pleases him. What a funny child she is! and how unspeakably lovely! Will Doatie like her? "But you said if the buffalo would only jump over, you would marry one of them. Look, the piskun is full.".
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