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It'sGreg: some shame and some sorrow
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It'sGreg: taken in...
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It'sGreg: ...never mind me
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It'sGreg: void of reproach
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It'sGreg: too shy
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It'sGreg: all she could do
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It'sGreg: meditations of almost all
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It'sGreg: before the gentlemen came
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It'sGreg: mistake
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It'sGreg: after what Henry had said
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It'sGreg: what really passed between Mrs. Smith and myself
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It'sGreg: some time afterwards
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It'sGreg: talk of the weather
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It'sGreg: wherever he goes
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It'sGreg: carrying them away
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It'sGreg: charles is out
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It'sGreg: a world of little odd things
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It'sGreg: wimpole street
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It'sGreg: our old disputes
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It'sGreg: so prettily
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It'sGreg: something to tell
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It'sGreg: and yet—
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It'sGreg: an end to it
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It'sGreg: in a reasonable time, curiosity
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It'sGreg: slipping into the ha-ha
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It'sGreg: inevitable
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It'sGreg: quiet, confined
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It'sGreg: gravity of the weather and the night
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It'sGreg: modesty and the genuine
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It'sGreg: no humour to indulge