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The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. " "Vouldn't it!" replied Jack, mimicking his snuffling voice; "then shtay vere you are, and be cursed to you. She did not want to feel such negative emotion towards any member of her foster family. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. "You hear that," cried Mrs.
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