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Gerald raised his cockaded hat, and smiled. "Begone, wretch!" cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts; "or I will drive you hence with my curses. And severely hurt that pig, which was a very good thing. Not far from the entrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all these years in the lonely citadel of his heart. She saw how overworked he was.
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