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She cried and sobbed in fits. And now, when you come at last, you bring me this grandfather, and you dare to tell me I am like him. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut. ” He stood before her, his hat in his hand, his head bent, his voice lowered to a convenient pitch.
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