‘Certainly no one will find it. She tolerated spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack when hers was stolen. “In private. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. . ‘You! Tell this fool who is the keeper here to come to me at once. That's the sort of fool your nephew is!" "Not even a good time!" said the aunt, whimsically, as she stuffed the bills into her reticule. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. She could not analyse what was stirring in her: the thought of losing the doll, the dog, and the cat.
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