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There is no Heaven for your mother. Whenever she came upon the obliterated word and paused, her father would say: "Faith. I deal with the Malay mostly; but twice a year I visit islands occupied by the true blacks, recently cured of their ancient taste for long-pig. The Jew swallowed it at a draught.
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