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He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. “When it comes there is no mistaking it. Nothing. We have lived under the same roof, but our ways seem to have lain wide apart. Your mother, for instance, couldn’t. Glancing idly up at her own window as they had swung round the corner she had seen a strange thing.
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