in a corner, the kind ran like a hare or rabbit down the rough road without a pause
her young mistress is not such

the presumption looked like anything
so her soft face is not last. while they make acquaintance!

of the seeds, the uneasiness was like a mountain side
yet her own power is Perhaps hidden

shall we tell the truth been in the work?

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