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"Poor littlePhoebe!" said I, my thoughts going back to the baby she carried all those hundred miles.
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"But littlePhoebe!" said the bishop.
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"Dear Clifford," said Hepzibah, in the tone with which one soothes a wayward infant, "this is our cousin Phœbe,-littlePhœbe Pyncheon,-Arthur's only child, you know.