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Updated: May 29, 2025

"Is it true what they tell me my father is bringing home his bride?" "Pluma, my child," remonstrated Mrs. Corliss, feebly, "I " "Don't Pluma me!" retorted the child, clutching the deep crimson passion-roses from a vase at her side, and trampling them ruthlessly beneath her feet. "Answer me at once, I say has he dared do it?" "P-l-u-m-a!" Mrs.

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