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HE FADED AWAY.

Christmas Eve was slowly encroaching on the outposts of Christmas Day, and still he lingered. Gussie Softleigh — " Weally, I cawn't imagine anything more howwible than being boahed to death by a Jsawwid cow, ca.wn. you, Miss Bhmtley?" Miss Bluntley — "No, Mr. Softleigh, unless it is to meet the same fate by a calf." Then she drove the remark into his head with a yawn, and he faded away.

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Observer, 21 December 1893, Page 29

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HE FADED AWAY. Observer, 21 December 1893, Page 29

HE FADED AWAY. Observer, 21 December 1893, Page 29