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"WELL, little mountain worshipper, at it as hard as ever, I see; you show it in your eyes. What is being worshipped now?"
"Sir," said Dilly, flushing, but smiling a little; she had found it hard work to be angry with Hart Hammond, he was always so good-natured to her.