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She was hurt by his oversight.

Which do we love on- a splendid one or a blighted one?

A blighted one.

Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one.

Nobody blamed Tess as she blamed herself.

She regarded herself in the light of a murderess.

Well, as I killed the horse, mother, I suppose I ought to do something.

I would rather take it in my own hand.

In a slight distress she parted her lips and took it in.

Roses at her breast; roses in her hat; roses and strawberries in her basket to the brim.