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"Who are you?" said Lucie. "Have you seen my pocket-handkins?"
The little person made a bob-curtsey—"Oh, yes, if you please'm; my name is Mrs. Tiggy-winkle; oh, yes if you
please'm, I'm an excellent clear-starcher!" And she took something out of a clothes-basket, and spread it
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