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    <title>Hanna045</title>
    <updated>Wednesday, July 27, 2016 - 15:55</updated>
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    <collections>Part One</collections>
    <contributor>Linen Hall Library</contributor>
    <coverage>1951</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, April 7, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Hanna045</identifier>
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    <keywords>Shivering, Husband</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>40

He seemed to be an much pleased with himself now as previously he had

been downcast and gloomy. His wish gratified, he did not delay any

longer in the Stepsons’ cottage but set off with a cheery word to

Petie who was shivering on a stone outside the door, his walk long

accomplished. As Petie hastened gladly to the fire he saw his wife

standing at tho gable-window gazing after the young, man. &quot;God forgive

me if l*m a liar, anA I don’t doubt I am&quot; he heard her say, Then, as the

turned from the window she exclaimed &quot;the bad hussy!” and looked broodingly

at her husband&#039;s peaked and questioning face.
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