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The Gray Brethren and Other Fragments in Prose and Verse by Michael Fairless
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wan and drawn and had a far-away look in the dark eyes.

Miss Brown possessed one treasure, her 'luvly miss.' I suppose I
must call it a doll, though in what its claim to the title
consisted I dared not ask; Miss Brown would have deeply resented
the enquiry. It was a very large potato with a large and a small
bulge. Into the large bulge were inserted three pieces of fire-
wood, the body and arms of 'luvly miss'; legs she had none.

How Miss Brown came by this treasure I never heard. She had an
impression that it "flied froo the winder"--I fancy Mr Brown had a
hand in the manufacture in one of his lucid moments; but it was a
treasure indeed and the joy of Miss Brown's life. She held long
conversations with 'luvly miss' on all familiar subjects; and
apparently obtained much strange and rare information from her.
For example, Miss Brown and 'luvly miss' in some previous stage of
their existence had inhabited a large chimney-pot together, "where
it was always so warm and a bootie 'mell of cookin'.'" Also she
had a rooted belief that one day she and 'luvly miss' would be
"hangels wiv' black weils and basticks." This puzzled me for some
time, until I discovered it to be an allusion to the good deaconess
who attended her, and whom Mrs Brown in gratitude designated by
this title.

Alas for little Miss Brown and her 'luvly miss'! their respective
ends were drawing near. I went in one Friday, a week or so after
the accident, and found Mrs Brown in tears and despair, and Miss
Brown with a look of anguish on her poor little pinched face that
was bad to see. 'Luvly Miss' was no more.

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