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“How do you know—why do you think that my name is Anna?” He smiled in a quietly superior way. Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female. “My mom is making duck. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. It was a letter. The doctor reached over and laid his hand upon Spurlock's heart. \"You should go out with him.
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