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1  52|   out to me a tortoise-shell comb and murmured:~
2  53|                              Comb my hair, oh! comb my hair;
3  53|            Comb my hair, oh! comb my hair; that will cure
4  55| promise? Why did I take that comb with a shudder, and why
5  57|     Thank you!' snatched the comb from my hands and fled by
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