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“ You do love me, don't, you?” he said, looking into her beautiful face. A loving look was in her eyes as she snuggled her head on his. shoulder. He slipped his hand into his pocket and drew out a little box. Opening it, he withdraw a. sparkling cube ot sugar. He slipped it into her waiting month, and with a low whinney she galloped off to the pasture.

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Evening Star, Issue 19614, 21 July 1927, Page 10

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Page 10 Advertisements Column 5 Evening Star, Issue 19614, 21 July 1927, Page 10

Page 10 Advertisements Column 5 Evening Star, Issue 19614, 21 July 1927, Page 10