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The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. By Jasus! he's about to spake to us. Your time isn't come yet. ‘I do not know if even I can do anything now. \" \"It's Diedermayer. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt.
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