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252 " If you were pretty, would you be good?" So somebody said to Marjory. " I cannot tell," said the maiden wild ; " Plenty of people are good, you see." Softly the sunset crept over the hill, Soft, like a shadow-land, glistened the sea ; Two little hands 'neath a head bent down : " I am so tired !" said Marjorie.