Pluck up a spirit, and do not be all the time sighing and murmuring! — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Pluck up a spirit, and do not be all the time sighing and murmuring! — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Pluck up a spirit, and do not be all the time sighing and murmuring! — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Pluck up a spirit, and do not be all the time sighing and murmuring! — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
Pluck up a spirit, and do not be all the time sighing and murmuring! — Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
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Pluck up a spirit, and do not be all the time sighing and murmuring!

— Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
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