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    the most beautiful dwelling-house
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    and then beating a nervous tattoo
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    on her knee, the fingers now
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    loose clasp of her fat hands folde
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    on their lips, Margaret Massarene
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    formed the ceiling; and yet, amidst these
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    men in black stole noiselessly over
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    covered with old Saxe plates, and Saxe
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    shepherds and shepherdesses made
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