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books say—and my blessing, with yours to back it I hope, on the Story-books, for saying anything in this workaday world !—Caleb Plummcr and his Blind Daughter lived all alone by themselves, in a little cracked nutshell of a wooden house, which was, in truth, no better than a pimple on the prominent red-brick nose of Gruff and Tackleton. The premises of Gruff and Tackleton were the great feature of the street ; but you might have knocked down |
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