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    <title>Hanna140</title>
    <Collections>Part Two</Collections>
    <Contributor>Linen Hall Library</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1951</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Thursday, April 7, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Hanna140</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Square, Plucking</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿134

&quot;Good day to ye, doctor.&quot;

He watched her cross the square, adjust the horse’s harness and
wheel him round on the cobbles. &quot;B’god its a strange world,’&#039; he mused,
plucking at his lip. He stood there until she was out of sight, still
plucking at his lip. Its a bit bright,&quot; he said aloud, but now he
was thinking of the sun on the stream.

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