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thing— somebody—sure, here’s a new letter for you—don’t
be reading them old ones any more.’ And she gave her a let-
ter, which Emmy took, and read.
‘I must see you,’ the letter said. ‘Dearest Emmy—dearest
love— dearest wife, come to me.’
George and her mother were outside, waiting until she
had read the letter.
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