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” Resigned, she rosined the bow and tightened the loose strings. Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me. Mrs. She simply refuses to see or hear from me again. " "I'll tell you what I'll do," rejoined the other.
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