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’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. “I will go,” he said. On Thursday we embark for South America. " "Swear it!" "I do. Sailors would leave them at the trader's.
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