Sukie 



when I called to see how she was getting 

 on in her new world, and I spoke in a tone 

 of sham despair, ''you cannot imagine 



what dreadful things happen now you have 

 left us ! Fancy, Sukie, my Father has no- 

 where to fold his cravat — Martha washes 

 her greasy dishes on the white table now !" 



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