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he was, at any rate, absorbed in her affairs. Even when he went home at night, and, on summer evenings, fell to grubbing in his narrow back yard, where his niece
gpt
him by pushing a little wheelbarrow over the mossy flagstones,--even then he did not dismiss Mrs. Maitland's business from his mind. He was scrupulous to say, as he picked up the weeds scattered from the wheelbarrow,
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Have you been a good little girl to-day, Elizabeth?