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"
I
know
.
And
poor
little
Ellen
with
her
club
foot
.
Well
,
she
has
a
good
heart
and
a
pretty
face
.
Perhaps
someone
will
love
her
and
amputate
her
feet
.
"
"
Oh
!
let
me
worry
a
little
.
I
’
ll
feel
better
if
I
do
.
"
"
I
never
heard
it
better
put
.
Shall
we
together
go
over
all
the
horrid
possibilities
?
"
"
You
know
what
I
mean
.
"
"
I
do
.
But
you
,
highness
,
brought
it
to
the
family
.
It
only
travels
in
the
female
line
.
The
little
bleeders
.
"
"
No
one
loves
his
children
more
than
you
.
"
"
My
guilt
is
as
the
guilt
of
ten
because
I
am
a
skunk
.
"
"
I
like
you
.
"
"
Now
that
’
s
the
kind
of
worrying
I
approve
of
.
See
that
stretch
?
Look
how
the
gorse
and
heather
hold
and
the
sand
cuts
out
from
under
like
solid
little
waves
.
The
rain
hits
the
earth
and
jumps
right
up
in
a
thin
mist
.
I
’
ve
always
thought
it
is
like
Dartmoor
or
Exmoor
,
and
I
’
ve
never
seen
them
except
through
the
eyes
of
print
.
You
know
the
first
Devon
men
must
have
felt
at
home
here
.
Do
you
think
it
’
s
haunted
?
"
"
If
it
isn
’
t
,
you
’
ll
haunt
it
.
"
