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    <title>Hanna150</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>Hanna150</Identifier>
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    <Keywords>Sky, Agnes</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
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    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
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    <Transcript>﻿144

considerably, the vomiting ceased, and as the first light of day crept
into the sky. The boy fell asleep. Agnes stood up and shook herself.
&quot;The wean will be as right as rain in a day or two,” she said. &quot;And hold
your tongue like a good woman,” she continued, when Sarah tried to thank
her. She smiled and shook her head as she looked at the woman and the
two men gathered round the cradle. &quot;It’s a quare world,&quot; was her last
remark as she left the house.
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