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I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. Spurlock, filled with self-mockery, sat in a chair on the west veranda. “This ain’t no place for you. So the charge was dismissed. Don’t try. Take care of the old clothesman, and leave the rest to me. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness. "Flying fish. Husbands and wives, young lovers, and mothers with strollers thronged in the streets, all savoring the fine cool weather.
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