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empty?" and she leaned against the plank. The journey over the heath and
the deep sand was only too
"Dear me, you are ill indeed," said the other woman. "Come,
(wouldn't you love to read the whole story?)
Posted on September 1, 2005
in Living in Belgium, Stories
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