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https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.61635#0049
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were not yet ironed. It was not until the kitchen
clock struck ten that we were shown into a small
closet where there was a bed, and promised a
towel in the morning.—Before we went to sleep we
heard, between the screams of the baby, the rain
falling softly on the roof, to fill us with fears for
the morrow’s ride.
The
were not yet ironed. It was not until the kitchen
clock struck ten that we were shown into a small
closet where there was a bed, and promised a
towel in the morning.—Before we went to sleep we
heard, between the screams of the baby, the rain
falling softly on the roof, to fill us with fears for
the morrow’s ride.
The