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Mally, Mally, what have you done? cried my mother, but Aunt Bridget found no need of questions. After running upstairs to her dripping daughter, wiping her down with a handkerchief, calling her
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and saying,
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Didn't I tell you to have nothing more to do with that little vixen?
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Isabel, I hope you see now what your minx of a child is--the little spiteful fury!