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 | | I had learnt that, long before I brought you here, to be the Cricket's little mistress, Dot!' She laid her hand, an instant, on his arm, and looked up at him with an agitated face, as if she would have told him something. |
 | | Before you could have seen him lift her from the ground, there she was in her place, fresh and rosy, saying, 'John! |
 | | But opening it immediately again, he spread it out before the eyes of Tackleton (for he was tender of her, even then), and so, as they passed out, fell down upon a desk, and was as weak as any infant. |
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