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SCORPIO,THE SCORPION
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RS FANE sat in the pleasant dining-room at Fanesleigh, reading the morning mail. There were a number of letters, and some of them, as she saw from the hand writing, from people whose letters were always good reading,—but when she glanced at a longish, thin envelope with an Indian stamp on it, she gave an exclamation, and opened it in haste, leaving all the rest to wait. As she read, she kept ejaculating, "Dear me!" "Only think!" "Fancy that!" until her husband remarked, laying down his newspaper, "I would, my dear, if you would explain what I am to think about."
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