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As a child I was sometimes allowed to take this sad memento of my dead aunt from its nest of cotton wool and admire its harmful splendor. At my mother's death it descended, along with all her own jewels, to me, her only daughter. Now that we have outlived the foolish superstition in respect to this precious stone, I have made up my mind, said the good aunt, beaming kindly on her niece,
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Many thanks, dear ladies, said Mrs. Bixbee, as Miss Paulina ended,
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All the same, said Mrs. Fairlee, complacently turning on her slim white finger a superb Hungarian sapphire,