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She felt very awkward as she stared at 103 the top of his ashen hair. The terrors and anxieties of the last few months seemed to have fallen from her, to have passed away like an ugly dream, dismissed with a shudder even from the memory. The captain saw it too and nodded at the boy. She lay still for a long time, and her mind resumed at a more tolerable pace. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably.
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