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There, there! cried Edith, putting her finger upon one,
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Edith, said her father, laying his hand affectionately upon hers, and shaking his head, sadly,
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No, no, Prevost, said Woodchuck,
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It is strange, indeed, said Mr. Prevost,
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Do you not think, my dear father, said Edith, waking up from a profound reverie,
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That's like a kind, dear girl, interposed Woodchuck;
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Still, urged Edith,
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Otaitsa ought to know; for Black Eagle certainly would never slay the nephew of a wife so dear to him.