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I say, I'll take the yarn over and read it to McClintock. Mrs. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. He wasn't quite hard enough to win worldly success; that was his fault. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands.
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