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“Ah!” she said, still sighing in pity of herself, “_they_ didn’t know that I wore those over the roughest part of the road to save these pretty ones _he_ bought for me—no—they did not know it! And they didn’t think that _he_ chose the colour o’ my pretty frock—no—how could they? If they had known perhaps they would not have cared, for they don’t care much for him, poor thing!”