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There was something very wrong. She got home every night in time to cook supper and it was good money. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. "Well, I'm glad she's spared this. Smiling, the Chinaman gave the correct pronunciation. Winter came at the manor. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. "Your son," replied Jack,—"your miserable, repentant son.
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