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“I’ll go. It cost her seventy-seven dollars. Here's his health likewise. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. “Dear old Daddy,” she said, “he’ll make a fearful fuss.
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