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A Poor Wise Man

Elinor resumed her folding.
"Yes, I suppose I am one of them," she said quietly. "And you are right. You must
not tell me anything. Pink is Henry Denslow's son, I suppose."
"Yes."
"Do they-still live in the old house?"
"Yes."
Elinor continued her methodical work.
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