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"He shan't go," cried Edgeworth Bess, holding him by the other hand. “Compromise—and kindness. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt.
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