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“Hold on, she’s right here. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. The man looked closely at Anna as she crossed the footway, and as he held her skirt from the wheel he pressed something into her hand. Her father, her own father! She remembered now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she recited it with perfect understanding. Side by side with the cheese (its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankard of swig, and a toast. ” She looked at him doubtfully. This, then, must be the person whom he had seen spring upon the western platform at the time of the collision between the boats.
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