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"Oh, Sir, I'm that grateful—"
"Ma'am; Miss Catherine St. Quintin; you do my washing."
"Why, M'm, Miss Squintums, is it you? Whatever is the matter?"
"I'm fast by my feet; and I'm awfully hungry."
Mrs. Tiggy-winkle jerked up her prickles. "You wouldn't go to eat me, M'm? Not to mention the washing?"
"Indeed I wouldn't and couldn't, Mrs. Tiggy-winkle; do pray help me to get loose."
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