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"But vere'll be the use o' vinnin'? you von't live to pay me. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty. I don’t quite know why. You have set out to do something which is neither God's way nor man's. "However, some one must look after the jail; and they're all gone but me. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever.
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