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    Nothing was wanting which money could buy
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    loose clasp of her fat hands folde
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    on their lips, Margaret Massarene
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    yet kept the roses on their cheeks and the laugh
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    formed the ceiling; and yet, amidst these
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    shepherds and shepherdesses made
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    covered with old Saxe plates, and Saxe
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    and the water boiled in what had once been
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    men in black stole noiselessly over
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    palms, roses, silks, satins, and velvets, were
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