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“Why?” he asked, suavely. Sniveling brats, little fatherless bastards, you should breathe a sigh of relief. I will not be persecuted in this way by you. The sounds that reach the ear, and the objects that meet the eye, are all calculated to awaken a train of sad and serious contemplation. " "I do not say that what you have done is wrong in any sense. “Kick aht at ‘em!” though, indeed, she went now with Christian meekness, resenting only the thrusting policemen’s hands. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods.
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