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" "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. Tears flowed in rivulets down 121 her cheeks and she began to cry. It is just how things happen to be. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. Well, I don't think they'll any of 'em nab him, that's one comfort. These sham ideals and advanced notions. "With all my heart!" replied Wood. It was rigged up for the occasion as it has been many a time before. He turned, expecting to see his wife. ” She made some inane response.
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