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Glen Luna; or, Dollars and cents
These strangers were not of those who " walk as friends," they had bought our house, and now wished to buy some of its contents — it never seemed to occur to them that it was not quite the same thing as going to a cabinetmaker's. They thought but of their own interest — not of my sorrow, nor ever dreamed that the child who knelt by the sof a,, and busied herself in untying the strings of its chintz cover, had eyes and fingers half unfitted for the task. There was no look towards nie, no softening or hushing of their comments ; no gentle word or smile. Perhaps it was well ; I could har
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