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He was a rollicking boy, full of merriment and bluster, and what tender feelings he possessed, he took such a wonderful amount of pains to conceal, that Susy never suspected he had any.
Norah, the Irish servant, had said she should be up very early to attend High Mass: they must certainly way-lay her on the stairs.
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