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Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him. For all the enervating heat, he applied himself vigorously to his tasks. She regarded him coldly, as though wondering whether he had anything further to say. "What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son. “How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I can sell.
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