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She was dressed in a little white frock, with a very long body, and very short sleeves, which looked (from a certain fullness about the hips,) as if it was intended to be worn with a hoop. They exchanged greetings with the clarinetist. It was a letter. She stared at him and thought the words, “My husband, my husband. Of course, he had no idea who I was.
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