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And you promised to tell me. Accounts were now always where he could put his hand on them. Smith obeyed. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. He drew compellingly upon his new characters to keep him out of this melancholy channel; but they ebbed and ebbed; he could not hold them.
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