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Helen's head, always drooping, sank a little lower as she finished

this sentence I saw by her look she wished no longer to talk to

hts She was not

allowed irl,

presently ca Cuo and put your drawer in order, and fold

up your work this minute, I'll tell Miss Scatcherd to cohed as her reverie fled, and getting up, obeyed the monitor

without reply as without delay