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"The very first thing which I observed on arriving there was that a cab had made two ruts with its wheels close to the curb.
I trust you because I know that you are not cursed with the terrible trait of absolute and unswerving truthfulness, that you could lie like one of your own Virginia gentlemen if a lie would save others from sorrow or suffering.
She remembered a quaint little intruder who had made his way into the attic once before.
Then, noticing the look of wonder on her face, "It is to you that I owe my freedom from a wicked fairy, and if you like, I'll tell you the story of my misfortune."
