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EIGHT COUSINS.

"My stars, ain't you splendid!" was all she could say, holding up two dusty hands.

Rose and Phebe.
Rose and Phebe.

Rose and Phebe.

"I've got heaps of lovely things upstairs, and I'll show them all to you, and I'd go halves, only auntie thinks they would n't be useful, so I shall give you

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