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Chapter XXXII More Fortune-Tellinglocked

  • Charles Dickens

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Maggy sat at her work in her great white cap, with its quantity of opaque frilling hiding what profile she had (she had none to spare), and her serviceable eye brought to bear upon her occupation, on the window side of the room....

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