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They had cried a little, both. It vosh plain he vent dat vay. It was precious for two reasons: it was the photograph of her beautiful mother whom she could not remember, and it would identify her to the aunt in Hartford. I am very good at guessing names. After all, what can it matter? It was just to make sure. But I don’t want to. D'ye hear. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol. She was obliged, as she explained continually to every one who cared to listen, to be so very particular. Stanley.
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