It brought no coconut. I know now that I was mistaken. The old lady’s face was stiff with anger. Further on, there was a small chandler's shop, where Jack observed an old woman seated at the counter, attended by a little girl. She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened. "My old coco is disintegrating.
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